
Songs of the Spirit. 



^ ^gmns of Praise anti Prater 




TO 



GOD THE HOLY GHOST. 



EDITED BY 



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The Right Rev. WILLIAM HENRY ODENHEIMER, D.D. 



AND 



FREDERIC M. BIR]>. 









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TO 

ATiL WHO BELIEVE THAT 

ffioti tijE f^olg (Kfjost is tfjE ILorU anB ILtfc (Kiber, 

AND WHO INVOKE, IN PRAYER AND PRAISE, 

HIS GRACIOUS POWER 

TO PREPARE THE CHURCH AND THE DISCIPLE'S HEART FOR THE 

SECOND COMING OF 

OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR JESUS CHRIST. 







PREFATORY NOTE. 



TN the Second Charge of the Bishop of New Jersey 
•^ (a.d. 1865), entitled "The Church's Power in her 
Controversy with Antichrist," whilst earnestly advocating 
the , duty and privilege of direct addresses to God the 
Holy Ghost, as the divine Administrator for Christ 
of this Dispensation, the following language was em- 
ployed : — 

" We must pray to the Holy Ghost, as to the Father and to 
the Son, or we do not pray in the fulness of the Evangelical 
development of the duty. To pray is to address our petition 
to God ; but the God Whom we Christians worship is Father, 
Son, and Holy Ghost. Every petition to God simply, in our 
Liturgy, is a prayer to the Three Persons of the one Divine 
Nature ; but this is not always distinctly before our minds, 
and I desire to bring it out with emphasis. 

•"The devotional treasures of the whole Church, and of all 
holy men who have composed petitions to the Third Person 
of the adorable Trinity, in Hymns as well as in Prayers, are 
spread out before us, and we can use them, at our will, in our 
private, family, and social devotions." 

In the above quotation may be found the origin and 
design of this Collection of Hymns to the Holy Ghost. 






VI 



PRE FA TOR Y NO TE. 




We have fallen on evil times. We want power, spir- 
itual power, for the increase of purity, unity, charity. 
Now " God spake once, and twice have I also heard 
the same, that power belongeth unto God." 



W. H. O. 



Burlington, N.J., a.d. 1871. 







INTRODUCTION. 



'THHIS volume is meant to be in some sort a contri- 
bution to the history of doctrine ; containing what 
Christian men in many lands and ages have held and 
sung as to their Enlightener and Sanctifier. It was at 
first intended to restrict our selections to direct addresses 
to the Holy Ghost ; but much matter of interest being 
found, which, though not bearing this form, dealt alto- 
gether with our subject, the plan was enlarged, and the 
three Introductory Parts or Chapters added. Less em- 
phasis every way, however, is laid on these than on the 
body of the book ; they are a porch of the Temple, not 
the Temple itself. 

The scope of the work, and we hope its spirit, are 
thoroughly Catholic. All religious bodies and all schools 
of thought which recognize the Deity of the Holy 
Ghost are allowed to have their say in these pages : if 
some are represented more fully than others, it is because 
they had more to say or said it better. The amount of 
material may surprise our readers, considering how little 
on this subject is found in ordinary Hymnals and Collec- 
tions of sacred verse. Little indeed has been written 






Vlll INTRODUCTION. 

here, compared with the enormous mass of lyrics which 
celebrate the Son of God ; but the whole domain of 
Hymnody has been pretty thoroughly ransacked, and its 
treasures drawn upon with no sparing hand. As a rule, 
whatever seemed noticeable, whether from intrinsic or 
extrinsic reasons, has been admitted ; many pieces 
which cannot claim much poetic merit may be found in- 
teresting historically, either from the value that has been 
put upon them by Christian congregations, or as illus- 
trating the thought and feeling of the age or school in 
which they were produced. 

It was not deemed wise or practicable to attempt any 
division of the subject as such. The ordinary operations 
of the Spirit are everywhere celebrated through the 
following pages in a way which defies classification ; and 
His special relations to the Bible, to Creation, to the 
natural light of Reason and Conscience, etc., are men- 
tiorjed here and there, for the most part incidentally, 
in connection with these. A lingual and chronological 
arrangement fitted the purpose of the book, and was 
indeed the only one which could be intelligently 
followed. 

Few of the hymns have been taken at second hand ; 
and the text may be relied on as unaltered and un- 
abridged in nearly or quite every case except where 
the contrary is stated. 

The idea of this work originated with Bishop Oden- 
heimer, as intimated in his Prefatory Note ; and he gath- 
ered a good deal of material toward its execution. 







INTRODUCTION. ix 

Afterwards transferring his MSS. to me, the plan and 
scope of it have been enlarged ; and for the details of 
selection, arrangement, and annotation, I am respon- 
sible. 

I am indebted to Dr. E. A. Washburn, the Rev. S. W. 
Duffield, and the Hon. E. C. Benedict, for translations 
from the Latin., kindly made for this work ; to Thomas 
H. Gill, Esq., for an original hymn ; to the Rev. B. M. 
Schmucker, D.D., of Reading, Pa., for some of the notes 
on the German and Latin hymns ; to David Creamer, 
Esq., of Baltimore, and others, for the loan of a few 
important books not in my own library. Mr. Daniel 
Sedgwick of 93 Sun Street, Bishopsgate, London, has 
supplied some points of information elsewhere inac- 
cessible : indeed no Collection can be thoroughly made 
without help from the immense information and long 
experience of this veteran hymnologist. 

F. M. B. 

Spotswood, N.J., September, 1871. • 








TABLE OF CONTENTS. 



INTRODUCTORY. 

fart I. 
PRAYERS FOR THE HOLY GHOST. 



O Lord, Thy wing outspread 
O Thou that hearest prayer 
O God of Love and Power 
Ere the world, with light invested 
O for that flame of living fire 
Lord, show Thy glory as of old 
Full of weakness and of sin 
For another Pentecost 
Come from the four winds 
Come, ye who desire 
Saviour, I Thy word believe 
Jesus is gone up on high 
Enthroned on high. Almighty Lord 
Father, if justly still we claim 
Leave us not comfortless 
Father, if Thou my Father art 
Father of our dying Lord 
Father, glorify Thy Son 
Jesus, we hang upon the word 
Saviour and Prince of Peace 
Jesus, our exalted Head 
• Jesus, we on the word depend 
Saviour, Lord, Who at Thy Death 
Father, admit our lawful claim 



Author. 


Date. Page. 


William John Blew. 


1851 


5 


John Burton. 


1824 


6 


John Mason Neale. 


1844 


8 


W. H. Bathurst. 


1831 


9 


)) 


>j 


10 


5> 


)j 


II 


)> 


jj 


12 


Benjamin Gough. 


1865 


13 


»> 


j> 


14 


)> 


)j 


16 


A. M. Toplady. 


1759 


17 


Thomas Kelly. 


1806 


19 


Thomas Haweis. 


1793 


20 


John Wesley. 


1739 


21 


Josiah Conder. 


1S36 


23 


Charles Wesley. 


1740 


23 




1742 


25 




1746 
j» 
>j 

>> 
>> 


26 
27 
28 
29 
31 
32 
33 






Xll 



TABLE OF CONTENTS 




Hear all the Saviour's cry 
Jesus, Lord, in pity hear us 
O Thou Who by Thy Blood 
Son of God, for Thee we languish 



Author. 


Date. Page. 


Charles Wesley. 


1746 34 


jj 


n 36 


■>■) 


» 37 


jj 


„ 38 



Part 11. 

THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 



Above the starry spheres 

Christ had regained the sky 

Now our prayers are heard 

Round roll the weeks 

Gladsome feast! 

Now prompt, O Muse 

The illustrious day 

A year's swift months 

All laud and worship 

We keep the Feast of Pentecost 

The tuneful sound of music 

He Who with His mighty hand 

Holy Gift, surpassing 

I will not leave you comfortless 

Hail the joyful day's return 

Midnight clouds are rolled away 

Exceeding faithful in Thy word 

Nay, startle not 

Thy heavenly kingdom here below 

Tongues of fire from Heaven 

When Christ His body 

Welcome, white day! 

At Pentecost, illustrious day 

Now Christ ascends above 

When the blest day of Pentecost 

Granted is the Saviour's prayer 

Father of everlasting grace 

Rejoice, rejoice, ye fallen race 

Sinners, your hearts lift up 



Ambrose .-' 


d-397 


45 


11 


>> 


47 


From the Latin. 




49 


Hilary.? 


d. 368 


50 


;) 


5! 


52 


From the Latin. 




53 


Adam St. Victor. ab. 1170 


54 


From the Latin. 




57 


Notker } 


912 


58 


From the Greek. 




59 


John of Damascus. 


ab.780 


60 


COSMAS. 


ab. 760 


61 


Joseph of the Studium 


ab. 830 


62 


George V. Cox. 


1S45 


63 


Robert Campbell. 


1850 


65 


Charles L. Ford. 


1858 


66 


George Wither. 


1623 


67 


Christopher Harvie. 


1640 


69 


Joseph Beaumont. 


1652 


71 


Jeremy Taylor. 


1655 


72 


Henry More. 


1668 


73 


Henry Vaughan. 


1654 


75 


Simon Browne. 


1720 


78 


William Hammond. 


1745 


So 


Joseph Hart. 


1759 


82 


Charles Wesley. 


1739 


83 


?) 


1746 


85 


5) 


1742 


87 


J» 


5> 


89 






TABLE OF CONTENTS. 



Xlll 




Let songs of praises fill the sky 
There was a lowly upper room 
The Day of Pentecost 
Once the soft dews of night 
Christ our Sun on us arose 
One the descending Flame 
When God of old came down 
Day divine, when sudden 
Would the Spirit more completely 



Author. 

Thomas Cotterill. 
C. F. Alexander. 
Archer T. Gurney. 
Eliza Humphreys. 

R. F. LiTTLEDALE. 

John Keble. 

)) 
Thomas H. Gill. 



Date. 


Page. 


1819 


90 


1840 


91 


1862 


93 


1856 


94 


1867 


95 


1S46 


96 


1827 


98 


1850 


100 


)> 


lOI 



Part III. 



THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 



But who shall comfort 
Jehovah, let me now adore Thee 
His Holy Spirit dwelleth 
Awake, Thou Spirit, Who of old 
Dear Dove, Thy prisoner may I be 
My soul doth magnify the Lord 
The Love of the Spirit I sing 
Dear Lord, and shall Thy Spirit rest 
The God of grace will never leave 
That we might walk with God 
Away with our fears 
Sinners, lift up your hearts 
Whither shall a creature run 
Drink deep of the Spirit 

love ye the Spirit indwelling 
The Spirit in the Word 

The Spirit in our hearts 

Blest be the God Who men inspired 

1 would not grieve my dearest Lord 
Lord, 'twas a time of wondrous Love 
As blows the wind 

Not bound by chains 

Thou Who framedst this goodly 

O God, when wilt Thou come 



Charlotte M. Noel. 


1862 J 


07 


B. Crasselius. 


1697 ] 


[09 


Paul Gerhardt. 


1656 ] 


[II 


C. H. BOGATZKY. 


1749 ] 


[12 


Faithful Teate. 


1669 ] 


[I4 


John Mason. 


1683 : 


[16 


John Ryxand. 


1796 ] 


18 


Anne Steele. 


1760 ] 


[I9 


John Fawcett. 


1782 ] 


[21 


Benjamin Beddome. 


d. 1795 ] 


[22 


Charles Wesley. 


1746 ] 


[23 


)) 


?? 


[24 


>j 


1767 : 


[26 


John Barclay. 


1776 ] 


27 


)j 


•>■) ^ 


[29 


Thomas Gibbons. 


1769 ] 


[30 


H. U. Onderdonk. 


1826 ] 


[31 


S. B. Haslam. 


1824 ] 


[32 


>} 


1833 ^ 


^Vo 




1800 ] 


[34 


Ingram Cobbin. 




t35 


C. Wordsworth. 


1862 ] 


^36 


J. H. Alexander. 


1844 


138 


>! 


>) 


t39 






XIV 



TABLE OF CONTENTS. 



Be joyful in the Lord, ye lands ! 
Our blest Redeemer 
We cannot see the wondrous Hand 
Brethren, let us join to raise 
May Thy Spirit, bright and holy 
Bright Presence! may my soul 
Why hasteth on this pilgrim throng 
Alas these pilgrims faint and worn 
O smitten soul 
Do we only give Thee heed 
Thy happy ones a strain begin 
Lord, am I precious in Thy sight 
Our God, our God! Thou shinest 
O Son of God, Who wentest up 



Author. 

J. H. Alexander. 
Harriet Auber. 
Jane Crewdson. 

Ada Cambridge. 
Thomas H. Gill. 

>> 

>> 

>> 

» 



Arthur M. Morgan. 



HYMNS TO THE HOLY GHOST. 



LATIN HYMNS. 




Veni Creator Spiritus 
First Version 
Second Version 
Third „ 

Fourth ,, 
Fifth ,, 

Sixth ,, 

Seventh ,, 
Eighth „ 
Ninth „ 

Veni Sancte Spiritus 
First Version 
Second Version 
Third „ 

Fourth „ 
Fifth „ 

Sixth ,, 



Author. 
Uncertain. 
George Wither. 
William Drummond. 
John Cosin. 
Old Version Psalms. 
Nahum Tate. 
John Dryden. 
Isaac Williams. 
John Williams. 
Robert Campbell. 

Robert II. of France. 
John Austin. 
Edward Caswall. 
Frederic W. Faber. 
R. Campbell. 
John Mason Neale. 
Ray Palmer. 




Date. Page. 

1844 140 

1829 141 

1864 142 

1832 143 

1866 144 

1849 147 

1850 150 

1854 151 

1855 153 
1849 155 
1846 156 

1849 157 

1846 158 

1856 160 



Date. Page. 

167 

1623 168 

1623 169 

1627 171 

172 

1703 174 

d. 1700 175 

1839 177 

1845 178 

1850 179 

d. 1031 181 

166S 183 

1848 184 

1849 I 86 

1850 187 

1851 188 
1858 189 





TABLE OF CONTENTS. 



Veni Superne Spiritus 

First Version 

Second Version 
Adsis Superne Spiritus 

First Version 

Second Version 

Third „ 

Fourth „ 

Nunc Sancte nobis Spiritus 
First Version 
Second Version 
Third „ 

O FoNS Amoris Spiritus 
First Version 
Second Version 

Sancti Spiritus adsit nobis 
gratia 
First Version 
Second Version 

Almum Flamen, Vita Mundi 
O Ignis Spiritus Paracliti 

First Version 

Second Version 

Amor Patris et Filii 

Veni Creator Spiritus, Spiritus 
Recreator 

Veni Summe Consolator 

Simplex in Essentia 
First Version 
Second Version 

O Inexhaustive Fount of Light! 

Spiritus Sancte, pie Paraclite 



Author. 
Unknown. 
Isaac Williams. 
William J. Blew. 

UnknoAvn. 
I. Williams. 
Joseph F. Thrupp.? 

HORATIUS BoNAR. 

E. L. Blenkinsopp. 

Ambrose? 

J. H. Newman. 

John Chandler. 

Jane Crewdson. 

Unknown. 
J. Chandler. 
I. Williams. 



XV 



Date. Page. 



1839 191 

1851 192 

1839 193 

185- 194 

1861 195 

1864 197 

1S36 198 

1837 199 

1864 199 

1837 200 

1S39 201 





201 
203 



Notker. d. 912 

J. M. Neale. 1S63 

E. C. Benedict. 187 i 

Unknown, tr. Kynaston. 1862 205 

HiLDEGARDE. d. II97 

R. F. LiTTLEDALE. 1864 207 

T. G. Crippen. 1868 208 

Unknown, tr. Littledale. 1864 210 

Adam of St. Victor, ab. 11 72 211 
jj 5) j> 5j 213 



E. A. Washburn. 
S. W. Duffield. . 

E. Caswall. 

Hildebert. 

tr. E. A. Washburn. 



J> 




I87I 


216 


I87I 


218 


1858 


220 


d. 1133 


222 


1871 





ITALIAN HYMN. 
Come down, O Love divine ! Bianco da Siena. d. 1434 225 





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TABLE OF CONTENTS. 




GERMAN HYMNS. 



KoMM, Heiliger Geist 
First Version 
Second Version 
Third „ 

Fourtli ,, 

Nun bitten wir den Heiligen 
Geist 
First Version 
Second Version 
Third „ 

KoMM, Gott, Schopfer, Heiliger 
Geist 
First Version 
Second Version 

O DU ALLERSiJSZSTE FrEUDE 

First Version 
Second Version 
Third „ 

Zeuch ein zu deinen Thoren 
First Version 
Second Version 

O Heil'ger Geist, kehr'bei uns 

EIN 
BrUNQUELL ALLER GiJTER 
KOMM, O KOMM, DU GeIST DES 

Lebens 
First Version 
Second Version 

SCHMUCKT DAS FeST MIT MaIEN 

Hochgelobter Geist und Herr 

O Gott, O Geist, O Light des 

Lebens 
First Version 
Second Version 



Author. 
Martin Luther. 
Myles Coverdale. 
J. C. Jacobi. 
A. T. Russell. 
C. Winkworth. 

Luther. 
M. Coverdale. 
A. T. Russell. 
Richard Massie. 

Luther. 
R. Massie. 
Anonymous. 

Paul Gerhardt. 
J. C. Jacobi. 

A. M. TOPLADY. 

C. Winkworth. 

Paul Gerhardt. 
C. Winkworth. 



Michael Schirmer. 
John Frank. 

J. Neander. 
C. Winkworth. 
C. W. Schaeffer. 
Benjamin Schmolke. 
Christian Gregor. 

G. Tersteegen. 
C. Winkworth. 
B. H. Kennedy.'' 



Date. Page. 

1524 230 

153- 231 

1722 232 

I 85 I 234 

1855 235 

1524 236 

153- 237 

1851 238 
1854 239 

1524 240 

1854 240 

1852 241 

1653 243 

1725 242 

1776 24s 

1863 247 

1656 249 

1855 249 

1862 253 

1650 256 

1660 258 

d. 16S0 260 

1858 261 

1866 263 

1715 264 

d. iSqi 267 

1731 269 

1855 269 

1863 270 






TABLE OF CONTENTS. 



XVll 




Thou Who lovest us as a Father 

O Geist des Herrn 

Geist des Glaubens 

O KOMM, Du Geist der Wahrheit 



Author. 

David Bruhn. 
J. C. Lavater. 
C.J. P. Spitta. 



I>ate. Page, 
d. 1782 272 
d. 1801 274 

1833 275 
1833 278 



DANISH HYMNS. 



Thou Holy Spirit, Comforter 
Returned is sacred Pentecost 
Be our support, O Holy Ghost 
God Holy Ghost, teach us in faith 

FRENCH 

Spirit of Charity 

O Holy Spirit, blessed Comforter 

Spirit of Truth, Thy gracious beams 



Christensen. 


tr. 


1 868 


280 


Anonymous. 


tr. 


1850 


281 


J) 




5) 


283 


J) 




J) 


284 


HYMNS. 








Mme. Guion. 


d. 


I7I7 


285 


Cesar Malan. 


tr. 


1866 


286 


5? 




■>■) 


287 



OLD ENGLISH HYMNS. 
1530-1700. 



O Holy Spirite, our Comfortoure 

Come, Holy Spirit, God of might 

Come, Holy Ghost, eternall God 

O heavenly Spirit of especiall power 

O Holy Spirit, assist me 

Fragments 

Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song 

Providence 

And art Thou grieved 

The same rewritten 

Fountain of sweets ! Eternal Dove 

In the houre of my distress 

O Thou eternal Spright! 

The Lord's Garden 

Come, mild and holy Dove 

O sacred Spirit, within my soul 

Come, blessed Spirit, descend 




Myles Coverdale. 
Old Version Psalms. 
Francis Kinwelmersh. 
Richard Vennard. 
Anonymous. ab. 

Edmund Spenser. 
George Herbert. d. 



John Wesley. 
Joseph Beaumont. 
Robert Herrick. 
Henry More. 
John Austin. 

John Rawlet. 
Lancelot Addison. 
b 



153- 


291 




292 


1576 


294 


1 601 


295 


1600 


297 


1596 


298 


1632 


299 


j; 


300 


5? 


302 


1739 


303 


1652 


304 


1647 


305 


1640 


307 


1668 


307 


; J 


309 


1687 


311 


1699 


312 





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TABLE OF CONTENTS. 




ENGLISH HYMNS OF THE EIGHTEENTH CENTURY. 




Why should the children of a King 

Eternal Spirit, we confess 

Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove 

Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove 

He's come ! let every knee be bent 

O Thou propitious Paraclete 

Come, Holy Ghost, celestial Dove 

Dear Comforter of pious souls 

Awake, awake, Thou Spirit sweet 

Hail, Holy Ghost, Jehovah 

Hear, Holy Spirit, hear 

Come, Holy Ghost 

Come, Holy Ghost 

Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts 

Hymns on the Lord's Supper 

Spirit of Faith, come down 

Come, holy, celestial Dove 

Author of every work divine 

Spirit of Truth, descend 

Eternal Spirit, come 

Holy, sanctifying Dove 

Stay, Thou insulted Spirit, stay 

O Thou meek and injured Dove 

In National Danger 

Short Scripture Hymns 

The Fruit of the Spirit 

Inspirer of the ancient Seers 

Spirit of truth, essential God 

" Hymns on the Trinity " 

Kindler of seraphic fire 

Come, Thou all-inspiring Spirit 

Spirit of supplication 

Spirit of Love, return 

Spirit of revelation 

Awake and blow. Thou purest Wind 

Holy Ghost, anointing Dove 



Author. 

Isaac Watts. 



Simon Browne. 
Anonymous. 
Thomas Coney. 
Thomas Harrison. 
James Craig. 
John Wright. 
Samuel Wesley, Jr. 
Charles Wesley. 



John Cennick. 



Date. 


Page. 


1707 


31S 


1709 


316 


1707 


317 


1720 


31S 


1733 


319 


1722 


321 


1721 


323 


1727 


324 


1727 


335 


1736 


337 


1739 


328 


!> 


331 


1740 


333 


T> 


334 


1745 335-6 


1746 


337 


; J 




9) 


340 


!5 


346 


3) 


349 


1749 


350 


?? 


351 


?7 


352 


1756 


353 


762 354-8 


jj 


35S 


)) 


359 


1767 


361 


„ 362-3 




364 




365 




366 




36S 




369 


1743 


370 


1741 


371 





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XIX 




After a Dispute 

At Adult Baptism 

Now maj the Spirit's holj Fire 

For an Awakening 

Holj Spirit, gentlj come 

Descend, immortal Dove 

Great Spirit of Immortal Love 

Hear, gracious Sovereign 

Come, descend, O heavenly Spirit 

Come, Holy Spirit, come 

Blest God, that once in fiery tongues 

Blest Spirit of Truth, eternal God 

Descend from Heaven 

Come, Holy Spirit, now descend 

Earnest of future bliss 

Fain would I mount 

Eternal Spirit, Source of light 

Eternal Spirit! 'twas Thy Breath 

Come, Holy Ghost 

Breathe, descending Holy Spirit 

Gentle Spirit, waft me over 

The Rapture 

Adult Baptism 

Blest Harbinger of future joys 

Spirit of mercy, truth, and love 

Gracious Spirit, Dove divine 

Come, Thou soul-transforming 

Thou Source of all vigor divine 

Eternal Spirit, mighty Lord 

Great Spirit, by Whose mighty power 

Spirit of God and glory, send 

Spirit of power, descend 

Thou Spirit of eternal Truth 

The Retrospect 

Come, Holy Spirit, come 

Come, blessed Spirit, Source 

Eternal Spirit, Source of good 

My faith is weak, my foes are strong 

Ere Nature, lovely child, arose 



Author. 


Date. 


Page 


John Cennick. 


1741 


371 


)) 


1742 


372 


Robert Seagrave. 


1742 


373 


>) 


11 


375 


William Hammond. 


174s 


376 


Philip Doddridge. d. 


1751 


378 


>> 


?5 


379 


11 


)J 


3S0 


Thomas Rawson. 


1757 


380 


Joseph Hart. 


1759 


382 


)) 


)) 


383 


It 


)) 


384 


11 


)) 


385 


William Williams. 


1759 


3S7 


Augustus M. Toplady. 


1759 


388 


11 


1771 


390 


Samuel Davies. d. 


1761 


390 


Elizabeth Scott. 




392 


John Willison. 


1767 


393 


James Neale. 


1763 


394 


Richard Kempenfelt. 


1767 


395 


11 


11 


396 


John Fellows. 


1773 


399 


11 


»j 


401 


Anonymous. 


1775 


402 


John Stocker. 


1777 


403 


Jonathan Evans. 


17S4 


404 


John Ryland. 


17S6 


405 


Samuel Medley. 


17S9 


406 


Thomas Haweis. 


1792 


407 


11 


)) 


40S 


11 


)) 


409 


Maria F. Cowper. 


1792 


409 


11 


)) 


411 


Benjamin Beddome. d 


1795 


413 


5) 


)j 


414 


JJ 


!) 


414 


>J 


)) 


415 


Samuel Pattison. 


1792 


416 






XX 



TABLE OF CONTENTS. 




Holy Ghost, the Comforter 
Holy Spirit, now descend 
Come, Holy Ghost, and warm 
Hail, Holy Spirit 



Author. 

Samuel Pattison. 
Richard Burnham. 
Anonymous. 
Simon Browne. 



Date. Page. 
1792 ^17 
1796 419 
1798 419 
1720 421 



ENGLISH HYMNS OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY. 



Holy Ghost, inspire our praises 

Come, Thou almighty Comforter 

Come, Holy Spirit! calm my mind 

Spirit of God, on Thee we call 

Eternal Spirit, Source of Truth! 

Spirit of truth. Thy grace impart 

Holy Ghost, Whose lire celestial 

Spirit of Truth, O Holy Ghost 

Holy Ghost, we look to Thee 

Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove 

Holy Spirit, heavenly Witness 

Eternal Spirit, let me know 

Almighty Spirit, we 

Spirit Jehovah ! glorious Lord ! 

Holy Ghost, with light divine 

Spirit Divine ! attend our prayers 

Lord God, the Holy Ghost 

Spirit of power and might, behold 

O Spirit of the living God 

Thee will we praise 

Inspired by Thee 

Spirit of Truth! on this Thy day 

Confirmation 

Ordination 

How dare we pray Thee dwell within 

For Help in the Fight 

O turn, most Holy Spirit! turn 

Praj'er for Simplicity 

Eternal Spirit, by Whose power 

Spirit of Life, Thy influence shed 



Basil Woodd. 


1800 


42s 


Daniel Herbert. 


1 801 


426 


John Stewart. 


1803 


427 


John Kempthorne. 


1810 


428 


Thomas Cotterill. 


181I 


429 


Anonymous. 


181S 


431 


>) 


)! 


431 


William Gadsby. 


I8I4 


432 


Joseph Irons. 


I816 


433 


}> 


J) 


434 


)> 


J? 


435 


Thomas Row. 




436 


Robert Hawker. 




437 


Andrew Reed. 


I817 


439 


)) 


1842 


440 


James Montgomery. 


I8I9 


442 


j> 


1825 


443 


11 


») 


444 


Henry Lowe. 


1820 


445 


S. B. Haslam. 


IS33 


446 


Reginald Heber. 


1827 


446 


John Keble. 


1827 


447 


)) 


11 


44S 


») 




450 


Anonymous. 


1828 


450 


)) 


)) 


451 


R. Dunderdale. 


1829 


452 


W. H. Bathurst. 


I83I 


453 


;; 


11 


454 






TABLE OF CONTENTS. 




XXI 



Spirit of holiness, look down 
Holy Spirit, from on high 
Holiest Source of consolation 
Spirit of God, Whose sacred fire 
Once more the Christian Pentecost 
Holy Spirit, Fount of blessing 
O Holy Spirit, Who didst shed 
Spirit of Mercy, dwell 
Eternal Spirit, Lord of Light 
Prayer for a Minister 
Gracious Spirit, Source of bliss 
Holy Ghost, Thy power impart 
O breathe upon this languid frame 
Blessed Spirit! Thou Who deignest 
God of peace and consolation 
Holy Comforter! Who guidest 
For Faith, Hope, and Charity 
Sunday Morning 
Holy Spirit, come renew me 
Spirit of Life, go forth! 
O Holy Spirit, come 
Spirit of Truth and Holiness 
Spirit of Power! to Thee I cry 
Breathe, Holy Spirit, from above 
For a Child 
For Ember Week 

Gracious, free, and soverefgn Spirit 
Fountain of Life most pure 
Holy Spirit, mystic Dove 
Spirit of Truth! my mind illume 
Saviour, Thy Father's Promise send 
Spirit of Life and Light, descend 
For a Blessing on Preaching 
Blest Spirit, from the Eternal Sire 
O Holy Ghost, Who didst descend 
The Communion of Saints 
Glory, Holy Ghost, to Thee 
Thou Who camest from above 
Blest Comforter, Balm of the mind 



Author. 

W. H. Bathurst. 

>) 
Baptist W. Noel? 
Anonymous. 

J) 
Thomas J. Jubkin. 

William W. Hull. 
Eliza J. Fallow. 
C E. Tonna. 

S. C. E. Neville. 

Jos I AH CONDER. 

Charlotte Elliott. 



Richard Manx. 
James Edmeston. 

Anonymous. 
William Allen.? 
Anonymous. 



Diana A. Thrupp. 
Henry O'Neile. 
J. C. H. 

William P. Sparks. 
Joseph Jones. 

Henry Alford. 
Nathaniel Meeres. 
John Leifchild. 
William M. Bunting. 
Isaac Williams. 



John Mason Neale. 
Anonymous. 



Date. Page. 

183 I 455 
456 

^832 457 

>> 457 

" 458 

I 83 I 459 

,, 460 

1833 461 
,, 461 

1834 463 
1836 463 

464 

'> 465 

1836 466 

1854 467 

1 84 1 468 

1837 469 
470 

471 

1S37 472 

1835 472 

1838 473 

474 

1S29 475 

1840 476 

>, 477 

1842 47S 

» 479 

„ 481 

» 483 

1844 4S4 

1845 484 

1843 485 

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1843 4S8 
» 490 

» 490 

1844 491 

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XXll 



TABLE OF CONTENTS. 




O Spirit of Love 

Spirit that dwellest where 

O Holy Ghost, the Comforter 

Eternal Former of the holy mind 

Single Verses 

Spirit of Truth, be Thou my Guide 

Great Spirit, like a rushing wind 

O Holy Ghost, we praise Thy Name 

Holy Ghost, Whose potent word 

Spirit of God, I cannot rest 

Fountain of Love ! Thyself true God 

Holy Ghost, come down 

O for those solitary hours 

Grace Increate ! 

Holy Spirit, given 

O Thou Who by the Lord 

Now is the Church's joyous feast 

Blest Comforter, Who didst inspire 

Holy Ghost, Who us instructest 

Come, O promised Comforter 

Come, Holy Ghost, on us descend 

Come to our poor nature's night 

And will the mighty God 

O Holy Spirit, send 

O Spirit of the living God 

Gracious Spirit, frofn on high 

Spirit of God! descend 

When across the inward thought 

Gracious Spirit, dwell with me 

Spirit! Whose various energies 

Spirit of sacred happiness 

Spirit of Beauty ! 

Holy Communion 

God the Spirit, we aspire 

Confirmation 

O Holy Spirit, now descend on me 

O Holy Spirit! Comforter divine 

Holy Spirit, Source of Light 

Wind of the North ! awake 



Author. 


Date. 


Page 


John Harding. 


1847 


493 


Julia C. Grimani. 


1S49 


494 


J. E. Browne. 


n 


495 


Robert Montgomery. 


1851 


497 


)) 


1? 


498 


Anne Bronte. 


d. 1849 


498 


Benjamin S. Hollis. 


1849 


499 


„ ? 


?5 


500 


„ ? 


J! 


501 


„ ? 


)) 


503 


Frederick W. Faber. 


)» 


503 


)) 




505 


Matthew Bridges. 


1848 


507 


Edward Caswall. 


1858 


508 


Arthur T. Russell. 


1851 


510 


J) 


!' 


5" 


)) 


)5 


512 


)i 


?? 


513 


5) 


5? 


513 


)) 


I84S 


514 


55 


11 


515 


George Rawson. 


1853 


516 


tt 


1862 


SiS 


John Flesher. 


1853 


519 


Anonymous. 


)) 


520 


Margaret Mackay. 


1854 


521 


George Croly. 


)1 


522 


Henry G. Tomkins. 


1855 


523 


Thomas T. Lynch. 


1855 


524 


• 1 


5' 


526 


j> 


)> 


527 


■)■) 


)» 


528 


)) 


IS6S 


529 


Eliza HuxMphreys. 


1856 


529 


J. H. Butterworth. 


1857 


531 


Christina Forsyth. 


I86I 


532 


)> 


») 


534 


C. Newman Hall. 


1857 


535 


Charles B. Tayler. 




535 






TABLE OF CONTENTS. 



XXlll 




Till the day dawn 

Spirit of everlasting Grace 

Come, mighty Spirit, penetrate 

Miglity Comforter, to Thee 

Almighty Comforter and Friend 

When tlie leaves of life are falling 

Holy Ghost, Thou satest brooding 

The Body's Temple 

Meekness of Spirit 

O Holy Ghost Who down dost come 

Holy Spirit! dwell with me 

The Divine Renewer 

The Unchanging Renewer 

The Spirit's Dealings 

Lord, when we come 

O Spirit sweet and pure 

O Spirit of our spirit 

Spirit of Bondage unto fear 

Spirit of Christ, descend 

Hear, Holy Spirit 

The Lord is gone 

When the Lord of Hosts ascended 

Holy Ghost, Illuminator 

Gracious Spirit, Holy Ghost 

Confirmation 

Spirit of God, that moved of old 

O Holy Spirit, come 

Spirit of Power and Truth and Love 

Praise be Thine, most Holy Spirit 

Sonnets 

Silence in Heaven 

Holy Spirit! long expected 

Gift of the Father's living Love 

Come, Holy Spirit, come 

We give Thee thanks, Good Spirit 

Eternal Spirit, Thee we praise 

O Lord, Thy Holy Spirit send 

Thou blessed Spirit, by Whose aid 

O Spirit, Lord and God 



Author. 


Date. 


Page. 


HORATIUS BONAR. 


1857 


537 


It 


J? 


537 


)J 


1S61 


538 


J) 


)) 


539 


)> 


1 866 


540 


)) 


J) 


54 1 


Robert W. Evans. 


i860 


543 


?j 


)) 


545 


?) 


9; 


54S 


Thomas H. Gill. 


1863 


550 


jj 


1848 


551 


j> 


1867 


552 


j> 


1869 


554 


JJ 


1854 


555 


JJ 


?? 


557 


)) 


1868 


55S 


Charlotte M. Noel. 


1S62 


560 


Samuel Dunn. 


) J 


561 


■n 


?? 


563 


Francis Pott. 


tr. 1861 


563 


Anonymous. 


1861 


564 


C. Wordsworth. 


1S62 


565 


>y 


)) 


568 


}> 


)> 


570 


)) 


J) 


571 


Cecil F. Alexander. 


1858 


572 


Oswald Allen. 


1862 


573 


W. L. Alexander. 


1849 


574 


Thomas Burbidge. 




576 


Anonymous. 


57s 


-580 


Herbert Kynaston. 


1S62 


SSo 


John S. B. Monsell. 


1863 


5S1 


J) 


- '? 


5S3 


Thomas Davis. 


1S64 


5S4 


B. E. Bishop. 


1863 


585 


Anonymous. 


1862 


5S5 


J) 


1S64 


586 


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1863 


5S7 


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1S64 


588 






XXIV 



TABLE OF CONTENTS. 




O Spirit, descend 

Unseen Spirit, Lord of Life 

Spirit of Life and Light 

Let Thj wondrous way be known 

Opening a Place of Worship 

God the Spirit, we adore Thee 

Confirmation 

Come Thou, O come 

Litany of the Holy Ghost 

Another 

Twelve Fruits of the Spirit 

Spirit of Christ, Thou speakest 

Holy Ghost, this daj^ descending 

Who but Thou, almighty Spii-it 



Author. 

D viD Thomas. 
W. R. Percival. 

)) 
A. Jackson. 
Joseph Tritton. 
Samuel J. Stone. 
James G. Faithfull. 
Gerard Moultrie. 
R. F. Littledale. 
Thomas B. Pollock. 

Edward W. Eddis. 
James Gabb. 
"Eriphas." 



Date. Page. 

1866 590 

593 

1867 594 

1866 595 

1867 596 
tr, 1867 598 

1867 599 

1870 601 
„ 605 

1 868 606 

1 87 1 607 
I 82 I 609 



AMERICAN HYMNS. 



Eternal Spirit, wilt Thou dwell 
Blest Comforter Divine 
Spirit of Holiness, descend 
O Spirit of Holiness, breathe 
Creator Spirit! come and bless us 
O Holy Comforter 
O Thou Whose influence wakes 
Holy Ghost, Thou Source of Light 
Spirit, poured on Pentecost 
O for a heart of calm repose 
O Spirit of the Lord of Hosts 
Blow on, Thou mighty Wind 
For Reunion 



Anonymous. 
Lydia H. Sigourney. 
Samuel F. Smith. 
Thomas Hastings. 
William Croswell. 
Ray Palmer. 
Anonymous. 



William Pinkney. 
John Henry Hopkins. 



1821 611 

1824 612 

1843 613 

1850 614 

1S51 615 

1865 616 

1856 617 

1858 618 

1859 619 

1864 620 

1865 621 
i860 624 
186- 626 







IntroUuctoi'p* 



PART I. 



PRAYERS FOR THE HOLY GHOST. 







Proverbs i. 23. I will pour out my Spirit unto you. 
Isaiah xliv. 3. I will pour my Spirit upon thy seed. 
Ezekiel xxxvi. 27. I will put my Spirit within you. 
Joel ii. 28. It shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out 
my Spirit upon all flesh. 

^\^t ^romisij of Cljrisf. 

St. John xiv. 16-18. I will pray the Father, and He shall give 
you another Comforter, that He may abide with you 
for ever; even the Spirit of Truth; whom the world 
cannot receive, because it seeth Him not, neither knoweth 
Him : but ye know Him ; for He dwelleth with you, and 
shall be in you. I will not leave you comfortless : I will 
come to you. 

xiv. 26. The Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost, 
whom the Father will send in my name. He shall teach 
you all things, and bring all things to your remembrance, 
whatsoever I have said unto you. 

XV. 26. When the Comforter is come, whom I will send 
unto you from the Father, even the Spirit of Truth, 
which proceedeth from the Father, He shall testify of 
Me. 

xvi. 7. It is expedient for you that I go away : for if I go 
not away, the Comforter will not come unto you ; but if 
I depart, I will send Him unto you. 

xvi. 13, 14. When He, the Spirit of Truth, is come. He 
will guide you into all Truth : for He shall not speak of 
Himself; but whatsoever He shall hear, that shall He 
speak : and He will show you things to come. He shall 
glorify Me : for He shall receive of mine, and shall 
show it unto you. 

[ And just before His Ascension : ] 

Luke xxiv. 49. Behold, I send the Promise of my Father 
upon you. 







"\ /TAKE me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit 

"^ within me. 

Cast me not away from Thy presence, and take not Thy Holy 

Spirit from me. 
O give me the comfort of Thy help again, and stablish me with 

Thy free Spirit. 

/^ GOD the King of glory, who hast exalted Thine only 
^-"^ Son Jesus Christ with great triumph unto Thy King- 
dom in Heaven : we beseech Thee, leave us not comfortless, 
but send to us Thine Holy Ghost to comfort us, and exalt us 
unto the same place whither our Saviour Christ is gone before : 
who liveth and reigneth with Thee and the Holy Ghost, one 
God, world without end. 

OEND, we beseech Thee, almighty God, Thy Holy Spirit 
^ into our hearts, that He may rule and direct us according to 
Thy will, comfort us in all our temptations and afflictions, defend 
us from all error, and lead us into all Truth ; that we, being 
steadfast in the failh, may increase in love and in all good 
works, and in the end obtain everlasting life : through Jesus 
Christ Thy Son our Lord. 



L 



AMB of God, that takest away the sins of the world, 
Pour on us the Holy Spirit. 



Lamb of God, that takest away the sins of the world. 
Send forth on us the promised Spirit of the Father. 

Lamb of God, that takest away the sins of the world, 
Give unto us the Spirit of Peace. 







PRAYERS FOR THE HOLY GHOST. 



O LORD, THY WING OUTSPREAD! 



William John Blew. From his Church Hyjnn and Tune Book, 1851-5. 
There is a doxology, here omitted. 



/^ LORD, Thy wing outspread, 
^-^ And us Thy flock enfold ; 
Thy broad wing spread, that covered 

Thy mercy-seat of old : 
And o'er our nightly roof, 

And round our daily -path, 
Keep watch and ward, and hold aloof 

The devil and his wrath. 

For thou dost fence our head. 

And shield — yea. Thou alone — 
The peasant on his pallet-bed. 

The prince upon his throne. 
Make then our heart Thine ark. 

Whereon Thy Mystic Dove 
May brood, and lighten it, when dark, 

With beams of peace and love ; 

That dearer far to Thee 

Than gold or cedar-shrine 
The bodies of Thy saints may be, 

The souls by Thee made Thine : 






PRAYERS FOR THE HOLY GHOST. 

So never more be stirred 
That voice within our heart, 

The fearful word that once was heard, 
Up ! let us hence depart.^ 




-o-oJaS^Oo- 



O THOU THAT HEAREST PRAYER! 

John Burton : born 1S03 ; a cooper at Stratford in Essex : author of several 
books in verse and prose. This popular hymn, which was long anonymous, first 
appeared in the Baptist Magazine, 1824. 

C~\ THOU that hearest prayer, 
^^^ Attend our humble cry ; 
And let Thy servants share 
Th}^ blessing from on high : 

We plead the promise of Th}' Word ; 

Grant us Thy Holy Spirit, Lord ! 

If earthly parents hear 

Their children when they cry ; 
If they, with love sincere, 

Their children's wants supply ; 
Much more wilt Thou Thy Love display. 
And answer when Thy children pray. 

Our heavenly Father Thou ; 
We, children of Thy Grace : 



^ In allusion to the storj', that just before the siege and destruction of Jerusalem 
voices were heard in the Temple, saying, " Let us go hence." 






O THOU THAT NEAREST PRAYER! 

O let Thy Spirit now 

Descend and fill the place, 
That all may feel the heavenly flame, 
And all unite to praise Thy Name. 

O may that sacred Fire, 

Descending from above, 
Our frozen hearts inspire 
With fervent zeal and love ; 
Enlighten our beclouded eyes, 
And teach our grovelling souls to rise. 

And send Thy Spirit down 
. On all the nations. Lord, 
With great success to crown 
The preaching of Thy Word ; 
That heathen lands may own Thy sway, 
And cast their idol-gods away. 

Then shall Thy kingdom come 

Among our fallen race. 
And the whole earth become 
The temple of Thy Grace ; 
Whence pure devotion shall ascend, 
And songs of praise, till time shall end. 







8 



PRAYERS FOR THE HOLY GHOST. 




O GOD OF LOVE AND POWER! 

John Mason Neale, D.D., 1818-1866 : the greatest hymnist of our day, though 
he is more eminent in translations than in originals. This piece is from his Hymns 
for Children^ 1844. 

FOR THE THIRD HOUR. 

(~\ GOD of love and power, 
^^ Behold us drawing near, 
And choosing Thine appointed hour 
To worship in Thy fear. 

The very hour of old 

Wherein Thy Spirit came 
Upon the apostles of Thy fold, 

Like cloven tongues of flame. 

O gracious Lord, do Thou 
That Holy Spirit send 
To dwell with us and guide us now, 
And teach us to the end. 



From men below the skies, 
And all the heavenly host, 
To God the Father praise arise, 
To Son and Holy Ghost. 






ERE THE WORLD AROSE FROM SLEEP. 9 




ERE THE WORLD, WITH LIGHT INVESTED. 

William HiLEY Bathurst: born 1796; from 1820 to 1852 Rector of Barwick- 
in-Elmet. His Psalms and Hyiniis (1S31 : second edition, 1S42) have afforded sev- 
eral pieces to general use ; they include a nearly entire version of the Psalms, and 
206 Hymns, no less than fourteen of which invoke or celebrate the Holy Spirit. The 
four next given are his. 

Genesis i. 2. 

TTRE the world, with light invested, 

— ' Rose from its primeval sleep. 
Gloom and desolation rested 
On the surface of the deep : 

Earth and ocean 
Formed one rude and shapeless heap. 

There the Holy Spirit moving, 

Wide His fostering pinions spread, 

Till, beneath His power improving. 
Nature seemed no longer dead : 

Light and beauty 
Rose to crown her radiant head. 

Blessed Spirit, we implore Thee, 

Yet once more Thy succor lend ; 
Scatter the thick clouds before Thee 
, Which through all the earth extend ; 
On all nations 
Bid the Light of Life descend. 

See what sin and what delusion 
In this wretched world are found ! 







lO PRAYERS FOR THE HOLY GHOST. 

Stay the torrent of confusion, 

Ere it spreads destruction round : 

Wliere sin triumphed, 
Now let Grace and Truth abound. 




11. 

THE SPIRIT OF THE FATHERS. 

(~\ FOR that flame of living fire 
^^^ Which shone so bright in saints of old ; 
Which bade their souls to heaven aspire. 
Calm in distress, in danger bold ! 

Where is that Spirit, Lord, which dwelt 

In Abraham's breast, and sealed him Thine . 

Which made Paul's heart with sorrow melt. 
And glow with energy divine? 

That Spirit which from age to age 

Proclaimed Thy Love and taught Thy ways ; 
Brightened Isaiah's vivid page, 

And breathed in David's hallowed lays? 

Is not Thy Grace as mighty now 

As when Elijah felt its power ; 
When glory beamed from Moses' brow, 

Or Job endured the trying hour? 

Remember, Lord, the ancient days ; 

Renew Thy work, Thy Grace restore ; 
Warm our cold hearts to prayer and praise. 

And teach us how to love Thee more. 





LORD. SHOW THY GLORY, AS OF OLD. II 




III. 
LORD, SHOW THY GLORY AS OF OLD. 

T ORD, show Thy glory, as of old, 
^-^ The work of heavenly Love display, 
And let our longing eyes behold 

Another Pentecostal day : 
Our fervent wishes deign to crown. 
And send Thy quickening Spirit down. 

Thou seest. Lord, how far we stray, 
Opprest with ills we cannot flee ; 

How sin hath drawn our hearts away 
From peace, from happiness, and Thee : 

Thy gracious Spirit, Lord, bestow, 

And snatch us from the depth of woe. 

Encompast with a host of foes, 

Our strength is small, our danger nigh : 
Where can we find some brief repose. 

Or whither for protection fly? 
O Lord, Thy mighty Spirit send, 
Our hearts to strenethen and defend. 



& 




Now let a brighter day begin 

Than ever yet was witnessed here ; 

Bid the dark-gcatherincj clouds of sin 
Before Thy presence disappear ; 

Reign in each heart ; in every place 

Set up the empire of Thy grace. , 





12 



PRAYERS FOR THE HOLY GHOST. 




IV. 



FULL OF WEAKNESS AND OF SIN. 

Romans viii. 26. 

L^ULL of weakness and of sin, 
-^ We look to Thee for life : 
Lord, Thy gracious work begin, 
And calm the inward strife. 

Though our hearts are prone to stray, 
Be Thou a constant Friend : 

Though we know not how to pray, 
Thy saving mercy send. 

Let Thy Spirit, gracious Lord, 
Our souls with love inspire ; 

Strength and confidence afford. 
And breathe celestial fire. 

Teach us first to feel our need, 
Then all that need supply ; 

When we hunger, deign to feed. 
And hear us when we cry. 

When we cleave to earthly things. 
Send Thy reviving Grace : 

Raise our souls, and give them wings 
To reach Thy holy place. 






FOR ANOTHER PENTECOST. 



13 




FOR ANOTHER PENTECOST. 



Benjamin Gough : born 1S05; a retired merchant, residing at Mountfield, near 
Faversham. Author of Lyra Sabbatica, 1865, and Kentish Lyrics, 1S67. From the 
former of these, a work of considerable merit, the three following pieces are taken. 



Joel ii. 28. 

QUICKEN, Lord, Thy Church and me 
Send the promised Spirit down ; 
Holy One, Eternal Three, 

All Thy former mercies crown : 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
Send another Pentecost ! 

Let the living fire descend. 

Cloven tongues on every head. 

Tongues w^hich all may comprehend, — 
Speak Thy Life into the dead ! 

Suddenly the power of Grace 

Send from Heaven, and fill the place. 

Send the rushing mighty wind, 

Give the utterance divine ; 
Let us know the Spirit's mind ; 

Let us speak in words of Thine : 
Send a pure baptismal shower, — 
Tongues of fire, and words of power. 

As of old, so be it now, 

Now the glorious scene repeat ; 






PRAYERS FOR THE HOLY GHOST. 




See Thy humbled people bow, 

Waiting lowly at Thy feet, 
Crying all, with one accord, 
Send the promised Spirit, Lord ! 

First on the believing few, 

Then in widening power unfurled 
Gathering, as the deluge grew, 

Pour Thy Spirit on the world : 
Bright in panoply divine 
Bid Thy Church arise and shine. 

Jesus, glorious Victor, come I 
Thou whose right it is to reign ; 

Call Thine ancient people home, 
Paradise restore again : 

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

Send another Pentecost I 



COME FROM THE FOUR WINDS, O BREATH! 

EzEKiEL xxvii. 9. 

/^OME from the four winds, O Breath, 
^-^ And breathe upon these slain ! 
All the earth is full of death, 

And sin and sorrow reign. 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

Hear the universal cry 
Of Thy sacramental host. 

Who at Thy footstool lie. 






COME FROM THE WINDS, O BREATH J 15 




Now in humble faith we plead 

The promise and the oath, 
Waitincr in this hour of need 

Till Thou fulfil them both. 
Honor now the precious Blood ; 

O make good Thy royal word ! 
Send the Spirit like a flood, 

The Spirit of the Lord. 

Never will we cease to pray 

Till Thou Th}^ Spirit give, 
Turn our darkness into day, 

And cause the dead to live ; 
Till Thy glorious Church arise. 

And all the earth for Christ enfold, 
Pure as heaven's o'er-arching skies. 

Or Paradise of old. 

Never will we cease to pray 

Till every sinful soul 
Unto Jesus finds his way. 

And is by faith made whole. 
Until all shall know the Lord, 

Still we cry, and cry again, — 
Conquer with Thy Spirit's sword, 

And hasten Jesu's reign. 






i6 



PRAYERS FOR THE HOLY GHOST. 




COME, YE WHO DESIRE AN ANSWER BY FIRE. 

/'"'^OME, ye who desire an answer by fire, 

^^ And long for the day 

When Jesus His sceptre o'er all men shall sway, 

Join the catholic cry for the power from on high, 

The Snirit divine. 
And pray till you get the life-giving sign. 

With importunate prayer your petitions declare, 

And mightily cry, 
Expecting just now a gracious reply. 

Through the covenant Blood which on Calvary 
flowed, 

The Spirit is ours ; 
And the blessing is promised in plentiful showers. 

For the Spirit we pray : no longer delay, 

O Fire from on hisfh ! 
Descend, Lord and Giver of Life, while we cry. 

In shaking and might, in glory and light, 

On every brow. 
Thou Spirit of burning, come, visit us now ! 

Every heart cries, "Come in, and cleanse me from 
sin 

In Jesus's blood. 
And fill with the Spirit and glory of God." 






SAVIOUR, I THY WORD BELIEVE. 17 

O let the heavens rend ! Holy Spirit, descend 

In Pentecost power, 
Till the heathen are gathered to Christ as His 
dower. 

O Jesus, all hail ! Let Thy Gospel prevail 

Till the world is o'erspread, 
And Paradise blooms with life from the dead. 




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SAVIOUR, I THY WORD BELIEVE. 

Augustus Montague Toplady, 1740-1778: Vicar of Broad Hembury, Devon, 
and author of " Rock of Ages." From his Juvenile Poems, 1759. 

O AVI OUR, I Thy word believe ; 
^^ My unbelief remove : 
Now Thy quickening Spirit give, 

The unction from above. 
Show me. Lord, how good Thou art ; 

My soul with all Thy fulness fill : 
Send the Witness, in my heart 

The Holy Ghost reveal. 

Dead in sin till then I lie, 

Bereft of power to rise, 
Till Thy Spirit inwardly 

Thy saving Blood applies. 
Now thy mighty Gift impart. 

My sin erase, my pardon seal : 
Send the Witness, in m}- heart 

The Holy Ghost reveal. 





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PRAYERS FOR THE HOLY GHOST. 




Blessed Comforter, come clown, 

And live and move in me ; 
Make my every deed Thy own. 

In all things led by Thee ; 
Bid my every lust depart, 

And with me O vouchsafe to dwell : 
Faithful Witness, in my heart 

Thy perfect Light reveal. 

Let me in Thy Love rejoice, 

Thy shrine, Thy pure abode : 
Tell me, by Thine inward voice, 

That I'm a child of God. 
Lord, I choose the better part; 

Jesus, I wait Thy peace to feel : 
Send the Witness, in my heart 

The Holy Ghost reveal. 

Whom the world cannot receive, 

O manifest in me : 
Son of God, I cease to live 

When I am not in Thee. 
Now impute Thy whole desert, 

Restore the joy from whence I fell : 
Breathe the Witness, in my heart 

The Holy Ghost reveal. 



Hast Thou not for sinners groaned, 
And all men dearly bought? 

Saviour, be in mercy found 
Of those that seek thee not : 






y/isus js GONE ur un inch. 



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Scatlci- roiiiul Tliy kccncsl dai-ls, 
And sill Iroiu cvi;ry soul cxjxjI : 

.Sc'iul the; WitiiL'SH, in their hearts 
The Holy Ghost reveal. 



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jiosDS IS coNi'i ui' ON men. 

'I'lloMAS Kici.r.v, I'/'ViHss: lui Irihli (liniiciilt'r oC wisillli ;iiiil Liiiiily, luul a itiaii 
(if learning and IjciicvuNmicu. I Mm liyiniiH, rcpiiiilcil and MiilarjM-il in cicJil Hiicci'iirilvc 
cditioim bclwceii 1K04 and 1853, niiinbcr in iIk' I. ml nni' yfjs, nl wlii( li llil'; (of iIh- d.iln 
1H06) in almoHt tlie (inly one llial liaM more llian a pawtinn aliutiinn to llin Holy Sjiiril. 
I am kI'KI '" I'C »l'l« I'y il" nicaiiH to \(\va the «ood man Monie i)lac(-, llion^li hlu an 
liiiiiililiT OIK!, in llii'i colli'ction. Many of Mr. Kclly'it lyrics have allainnl inori' or Icm 
|"i|)iil.irlly : lliclr chief nicril, liowi:V(!r, lien In a i.rrlaiii carniiHl Mini[ili(:ily, not conniioii 
in this ago ; for lli:i |":n :,(;ldoiii »liow:i nimli clllic-r of yjracc (jr vi(.;or. 

John xiv. iC». 

"IIlSUS is <^oii(; up oil liif.(li, 

l>ut I lis pi"()iiiise still is here: 
lie will all our wants siipi)ly ; 
He will send the CoinCorter. 

Let us now I lis promise plead, 
Let us to I lis throne draw iiij^li : 

Jesus knows His ])c:ople'H need, 
Jesus hears I lis people's c:r}'. 

Who can boast a lot like theirs 

Whom th(; Lord vouchsafes to own? 

J(;sus listens to their ])rayrrs ; 
What they ask in faith is done. 

Saviour, this is our recpjest : 

"(Jn us make '^I'hy face to shine ; " 

Grant us this ; and for the rest, 
All is ours when we are Thine. 





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PRAYERS FOR THE HOLY GHOST. 




Send us, Lord, the Comforter, 

Pledge and Witness of Thy Love, 

DvvelHng with Thy people here, 
Leading them to joys above. 

Till we reach the promised rest, 
Till Thy face unveiled we see, 

Of this blessed hope possest, 

Teach us. Lord, to live to Thee. 



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ENTHRONED ON HIGH, ALMIGHTY LORD. 

Thomas Haweis, LL.B., JiLD,, 1732-1S20: chaplain to the Countess of Hunt- 
ingdon, and Rector of Aldwinkle, in Nortliamptonshire. His hymns appeared in 
1792. 

"PNTHRONED on high, Almighty Lord, 
-^^ The Holy Ghost send down ; 
Fulfil in us Thy faithful word. 
And all Thy mercies crown. 

Thouoii on our heads no toncjues of fire 

Their wondrous powers impart. 
Grant, Saviour, what we most desire, 

Thy Spirit in our heart. 

Spirit of life and light and love, 

Th}^ heavenly influence give ; 
Quicken our souls, born from above, 

In Christ that we may live. 

To our benighted minds reveal 

The glories of His Grace. 
And bring us where no clouds conceal 

The brightness of His face. 






FATHER, IF JUSTLY STILL WE CLAIM. 21 

His Love within us shed abroad, 

Life's ever-springing well ; 
Till God in us, and we in God, 

In love eternal dwelL 




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FATHER, IF JUSTLY STILL WE CLAIM. 

John Wesley, 1739: rewritten (the first five verses being here omitted) from 
Henry More, 1614-16S7. For More's original poem, see p. 73. 

"PATHER, if justly still we claim 

To us and ours the promise made, 
To us be graciously the same. 

And crown with living fire our head. 

Our claim admit, and from above 

Of holiness the Spirit shower ; 
Of wise discernment, humble love. 

And zeal and unity and power. 

The Spirit of convincing speech, 
Of power demonstrative, impart ; 

Such as may every conscience reach. 
And sound the unbelievinsf heart : 

The Spirit of refining fire. 

Searching the inmost of the mind, 

To purge all fierce and foul desire. 
And kindle life more pure and kind : 

The Spirit of faith, in this Thy day, 
To break the power of cancelled sin. 

Tread down its strength, o'erturn its sway, 
And still the conquest more than win. 





22 PRAYERS FOR THE HOLY GHOST. 

The Spirit breathe of inward life, 

Which in our hearts Thy laws may write 

Then grief expires, and pain and strife : 
'Tis nature all, and all delight. 

On all the earth Thy Spirit shower, 
The earth in righteousness renew ; 

Thy kingdom come, and hell's o'erpower, 
And to Thy sceptre all subdue. 

Like mighty wind, or torrent fierce, 

Let it opposers all o'errun, 
And every law of sin reverse, 

That faith and love may make all one. 

Yea, let Thy Spirit in every place 

Its richer energy declare ; 
While lovely tempers, fruits of grace. 

The kingdom of Thy Christ prepare. 

Grant this, O holy God and true I 

The ancient seers Thou didst inspire : 

To us perform the promise due. 

Descend and crown us now with fire. 







FATHER, IF THOU MY FATHER ART. 23 
LEAVE US NOT COMFORTLESS. 

JOSIAH CONDER, 1836. 

T EAVE us not comfortless, 
-^^ O Thou our risen Lord ! 
But send Thy Spirit down, to bless 
And guide us with Thy Word. 

By Him Thy gifts impart. 

Light, peace, and joy, and love ; 

Seal of adoption in our heart, 
Earnest of heaven above. 

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FATHER, IF THOU MY FATHER ART. 

Charles Wesley, 170S-17S8: by far the most voluminous, as he is the most 
briUiant, of English hymnists A complete list of his poetical publications would 
occupy forty or fifty lines : they are being reprinted now, by the British Wesleyan 
Methodist Conference, in twelve good-sized volumes. The number of his separate 
hymns is at least five thousand, perhaps considerably more. He alone, among all the 
versifiers of the last century, gave due place to the praises of the Holy Ghost : or 
rather to invocations of the same, for his voice was much oftener raised in prayer than 
in praise. Many of his compositions are given in this volume ; there will be found 
in them, as in nearly every thing that he wrote, a vehemence of feeling and expression 
which was natural to his temperament, and inseparable from his religious system. The 
hymn immediately subjoined is from his second original volume, Hyvi7is and Sacred 
Foemsi i74°i ^"d is there entitled, " Groaning for the Spirit of Adoption." 

■pATHER, if Thou my Father art, 

Send forth the Spirit of Thy Son ; 
Breathe Him into my panting heart. 

And make me know as I am known : 
Make me Thy conscious child, that I 
May "Father, Abba, Father," cry. 






24 PRAYERS FOR THE HOLY GHOST. 

I want the Spirit of power within, 
Of love, and of an healthful mind ; 

Of power to conquer inbred sin, 
Of love to Thee and all mankind ; 

Of health, that pain and death defies, 

Most vigorous when the body dies. 

When shall I hear the inward voice, 
Which only faithful souls can hear? 

Pardon and peace and heavenly joys 
Attend the promised Comforter. 

He comes ! and Righteousness divine. 

And Christ, and all with Christ, is mine ! 

that the Comforter would come ! 
Nor visit as a transient guest. 

But fix in me His constant home, 

And take possession of my breast. 
And make my soul His loved abode. 
The temple of indwelling God ! 

Come, Holy Ghost, my heart inspire, 
Attest that I am born again ; 

Come, and baptize me now with fire, 
Or all Thy former gifts are vain. 

1 cannot rest in sin forgiven : 
Where is the earnest of my heaven? 

Where the indubitable seal 

That ascertains the kingdom mine? 







FATHER OF OUR DYING LORD. 25 

The powerful stamp I long to feel, 

The signature of Love divine : 
O shed it in my heart abroad, 
Fulness of love, of heaven, of God ! 




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FATHER OF OUR DYING LORD. 

C. Wesley. From Hytnns and Sacred Poems, 1742. 

T7ATHER of our dying Lord, 

Remember us for good ; 
O fulfil His faithful word. 

And hear His speaking Blood. 
Give us that for which He prays : 

Father, glorify Thy Son ! 
Show His truth and power and grace. 

And send the Promise down. 

True and faithful Witness Thou, 

O Christ, the Spirit give ; 
Hast Thou not received Him now 

That we might now receive ? 
Art Thou not our living Head ? 

Life to all Thy limbs impart ; 
Shed Thy Love, Thy Spirit shed, 

In every waiting heart. 

Holy Ghost, the Comforter, 

The Gift of Jesus, come ! 
Glows our heart to find Thee near, 

And swells to make Thee room. 






26 PRAYERS FOR THE HOLY GHOST. 

Present with us Thee we feel ; 

Come, O come, and in ns be ; 
With us, in us, hve and dwell 

To all eternity. 

o-oja^oo 




FATHER, GLORIFY THY SON. 

C. Wesley. From Hymns of Petition and Thanksgivhig for the Promise of 
the Father; or Hymns for Whit-Sunday^ 1746. The eleven following pieces are 
taken from this important tract. 

John xiv. i6, 17. 

■pATHER, glorify Thy Son ; 

Answer His prevailing prayer ; 
Send that Intercessor down, 

Send that other Comforter, 
Whom believingly we claim. 
Whom we ask in Jesus' name. 

Him the world cannot receive. 
Him they neither see nor know ; 

Blind in unbelief they live ; 
All His inward work below, 

All His inspirations, deem 

Foolish as a madman's dream. 

But we know by faith, and feel 

Him the Spirit of Truth and Grace. 

With us He vouchsafes to dwell ; 
With us, when unseen. He stays : 

All our help and good, we own, 

Freely flows from Him alone. 






JESUS, WE HANG UPON THE WORD. 27 

Yet, alas ! we cannot rest 

Helped with an external Guide,* 

Till the transitory Guest 
Enter, and in us abide : 

Give Him, Lord, Thy Spirit give, 

In us constantly to live. 

Wilt Thou not the promise seal. 
True and gracious as Thou art, 

Send the Comforter to dwell 
Every moment in our heart? 

Yes, Thou must the grace bestow : 

Jesus said, It shall be so. 





JESUS, WE HANG UPON THE WORD. 

John xiv. 16. 

TESUS, we hang upon the word 

Our faithful souls have heard from Thee 
Be mindful of Th}^ promise, Lord, 

Thy promise made to all, and me. 
Thy followers who Thy steps pursue. 
And dare believe that God is true. 

Thou saidst, I will the Father pray. 
And He the Paraclete shall give, 

Shall give Him in your hearts to stay. 
And never more His temples leave : 

M3'self will to My orphans come, 

And make you My eternal home. 





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PRAYERS FOR THE HOLY GHOST. 




Come, then, dear Lord, Thyself reveal, 
And let the promise now take place ; 

Be it according to Thy will, 

According to Thy word of grace : 

Thy sorrowful disciples cheer, 

And send us down the Comforter. 

He visits now the troubled breast, 
And oft relieves our sad complaint ; 

But soon we lose the transient Guest, 
But soon we droop again and faint, 

Repeat the melancholy moan, 

" Our joy is fled, our comfort gone." 

Hasten Him, Lord, into our heart, 

Our sure inseparable Guide : 
O might we meet, and never part! 

O might He in our heart abide. 
And keep His house of praise and prayer, 
And rest and reign for ever there I 



SAVIOUR AND PRINCE OF PEACE. 
John xiv. 18-21. 



O AVIOUR and Prince of Peace, 
Thy saying we receive : 
Thou wilt not leave us comfortless. 

Thine own Thou wilt not leave. 
Poor helpless orphans, we 

Awhile Thine absence mourn, 






yESC/S, OUR EXALTED HEAD. 29 

But we Thy face again shall see, 
But Thou wilt soon return. 

No longer visible 

To eyes of flesh and blood, 
Come, Lord, to us Thyself reveal, 
O come, and show us God. 
Because Thou livest above, 
Let us Thy Spirit know. 
And in the glorious knowledge prove 
Eternal Life below. 

Hasten the day when we 
Shall surely know and feel 
Thou art in God, and God in Thee, 
And Thou in us dost dwell. 
To us who keep Thy word 
Thou with Thy Father come, 
And love, and make us, gracious Lord, 
Thine everlasting home. 




JESUS, OUR EXALTED HEAD. 
John xv. 26, 27. 

TESUS, our exalted Head, 
^ Regard Thy people's prayer ; 
Send us, in Thy body's stead, 

The abiding Comforter. 
From Thy dazzling throne above. 

From Thy Father's glorious seat, 
Send the Spirit of Truth and Love, 

The eternal Paraclete. 






PRAYERS FOR THE HOLY GHOST. 

Issuing forth from Him and Thee, 

O let the Blessing flow ! 
Pour the streaming Deity 

On all Thy Church below. 
Him to testify Thy Grace, 

Him to teach how good Thou art, 
Him to vouch Thy Godhead, place 

In every faithful heart. 

God of God, and Light of Light, 

Thee let Him now reveal ; 
Justify us by Thy right. 

And stamp us with Thy seal : 
Fill our souls with joy and peace ; 

Wisdom, grace, and utterance give; 
Constitute Thy witnesses. 

And in Thy members live. 

By the Holy Ghost we wait 

To say. Thou art the Lord, 
Saved, and to our first estate 

In perfect love restored. 
Then we shall in every breath 

Testify the power we prove. 
Publish Thee, in life and death, 

The God of Truth and Love. 







JESC/S, WE ON THE JVOJiB DEPEND. 



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JESUS, WE ON THE WORD DEPEND. 

John xiv. 25-27. 

TESUS, we on the word depend 
^ Spoken by Thee while present here ; 
"The Father in My name shall send 
The Holy Ghost, the Comforter." 

That promise made to Adam's race, 
Now, Lord, in us, even us, fulfil ; 

And give the Spirit of Thy Grace, 
To teach us all Thy perfect will. 

That heavenly Teacher of mankind, 

That Guide infallible impart, 
To bring Thy sayings to our mind. 

And write them on our faithful heart. 

He only can the words apply 

Through which we endless life possess. 
And deal to each his legacy. 

His Lord's unutterable peace. 

That peace of God, that peace of Thine, 
O might He now to us bring in, 

And fill our souls with power divine. 
And make an end of fear and sin : 

The length and breadth of love reveal, 
The height and depth of Deity, 

And all the sons of glory seal, 

And change, and make us all like Thee. 






32 PRAYERS FOR THE HOLY GHOST, 

SAVIOUR, LORD, WHO AT THY DEATH. 

' John xvi. 1-4. 

O AVIOUR, Lord, who at Thy Death 
*^ Peace didst to Thy Church bequeath, 
Now confer the peace on me, 
Bring me now my legacy. 

Grant me (not as mortals give, 
Hoping better to receive) 
That for which I sigh and mourn : 
Give, and look for no return. 

Grant me for Thy mercy sake. 
Me, who no return can make, 
That which I can never buy : 
Save, and freely justify. 

Grant me (not as childish men 
Grant, and ask their gifts again) 
Peace, which none can take away, 
Peace which shall for ever stay. 

Now the benefit impart. 
Speak it to my troubled heart ; 
Comfort and Thyself restore, 
Come, and bid me sin no more. 

Come, and wipe away my tears ; 
Come, and scatter all my fears ; 
Come, and take me to Thy breast, 
Lull me to eternal rest. 







FATHER, ADMIT OUR LAWFUL CLAIM. 33 




FATHER, ADMIT OUR LAWFUL CLAIM. 

Luke xi. 13. 

PATHER, admit our lawful claim, 

Let us that ask receive : 

To us that ask in Jesus' name 

Thou shalt Thy Spirit give. 

Jesus hath spoke the faithful word 

On them that ask Him here. 
Thou shalt, in honor of our Lord, 

The Holy Ghost confer. 

If evil we by nature know 

To give our children food, 
Much more Thou wilt on us bestow 

The soul-sustaining good. 

Our holy heavenly Father, Thou 
Regardest Thy children's prayer : 

Answer, and send, O send us now, 
The promised Comforter. 

We seek. Thou knowest, we seek Thy face 

Let us the blessing find : 
Open the door of faith and grace 

To us and all mankind. 

Surely Thou wilt, we dare believe, 

For Jesus' sake alone. 
Thou wilt to us the Spirit give. 

Give all good gifts in One. 






34 PRAYERS FOR THE HOLY GHOST. 




HEAR ALL THE SAVIOUR'S CRY. 
John vii. 37-39. 



H' 



'EAR all the Saviour's cry- 
On this great festal day : 
"The man that would on Me rely, 
That would be happy, may. 
If any of all mankind 
Is now athirst for God, 
Now let him come to Me, and find 
And drink the livins" flood. 



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" He that believes on Me, 

The word of Truth shall feel ; 
The wilderness a pool shall be, 

The heath a springing well. 
Forth from that faithful soul 
Rivers of Life shall flow. 
And streams of Grace eternal roll 
O'er all the earth below." 

Lord, we with joy embrace 
(What all may find fulfilled) 
The promise made to all our race, 
And to believers sealed. 
Who in Thy merit trust, 
Thy Spirit still receive ; 
And temples of the Holy Ghost 

And filled with God they live. 






HEAR ALL THE SAVIOUR'S CRY. 



35 




The Spirit of their God 
Doth in the saints abide : 
He is, He is by Thee bestowed, 
For Thou art glorified. 
Thy Blood's unceasing prayer 
And strong prevailing plea 
Hath now obtained the Comforter 
For all mankind and me. 

Lord, I believe the sure 
Irrevocable word. 
And come to Thee distrest and poor, 
To Thee my faithful Lord. 
I come athirst and faint 
Thy Spirit to receive : 
Give me the Gift for w^hich I pant, 
Thyself the Giver give ! 

In this accepted hour, 

The promised God impart ; 
Open a spring of life and power 
Eternal in my heart : 
To all the world below 
So shall my bowels move, 
So shall my heart like Thine o'erflow 
With everlasting love. 






36 PRAYERS FOR THE HOLY GHOST. 




JESUS, LORD, IN PITY HEAR US. 

TESUS, Lord, in pity hear us; 
^ O return, while we mourn. 
By Thy Spirit cheer us. 

Swallowed up in sin and sadness, 
O relieve us that grieve, 

Turn our grief to gladness. 

Send the Comforter to raise us ; 
Let us see God in Thee 
Merciful and gracious. 

Him, the Purchase of Thy Passion, 
O impart ! cleanse our heart 
By His inspiration. 

By the earnest of Thy Spirit, 
Let us know heaven below, 
Heaven above inherit. 

Perfect when we walk before Thee, 
Filled with love then remove 
To our thrones of glory. 






O THOU WHO BY THY BLOOD. 




O THOU WHO BY THY BLOOD. 

John xvi. 7. 

r\ THOU who by Thy Blood 

^^ Hast brought a world to God, 
Thou who, to Thy Father gone, 

Dost in our behalf appear ! 
Hear Thy desolate servants groan. 

Send us down the Comforter. 

Hadst Thou not purged our stain, 
And gone to God again. 
None of Adam's helpless race 

Could that blessed Spirit find ; 
But Thou hast obtained the Grace, 
Purchased Him for all mankind. 

Didst Thou not plead above 
For us Thy dying Love, 
Never could we hope Thine aid, 

Never for Thy Spirit call ; 
But Thou hast the Father prayed. 
Hast received the Gift for all. 

"And if I go away," 
(By faith we hear Thee say) 
"I the Comforter will send, 

Comforter of you that grieve, 
All your goings to attend, 
Ever in your hearts to live." 






r/^AVBJ^S FOTi: THE HOLY GHOST. 

Amen, our hearts reply, 
Uplifted to the sky ; 
Pant to be Thy blest abode, 

Swell to be possessed by Thee, 
Filled with the indwelling God, 
Filled to all eternity. 




SON OF GOD, FOR THEE WE LANGUISH. 
John xvi. 6, 7. 

OON of God, for Thee we languish ; 
^^ Still Thy absence we bemoan. 
Overwhelmed with grief and anguish, 

Poor, forsaken, and alone. 
Thou art to Thy Heaven departed : 

See us thence, with pity see, 
Comfortless and broken-hearted. 

Drooping, dead for want of Thee. 

Once Thy blissful Love we tasted. 

Cheered bv Thee with Living Bread. 
O how short a time it lasted ! 

O how soon the joy is fled ! 
Where is now our boasted Saviour, 

Where our rapture of delight? 
Thou hast. Lord, withdrawn Thy favor, 

Thou art vanished from our sight. 






sojv of god, for thee he laa-gctsh. 39 




Yet Thou hast the cause unfolded, 

Could we but the truth receive ; 
Thou in humbling Love hast told it, 

Needful 'tis for us to grieve.^ 
Stript of that excessive pleasure, 

Fondly we the loss deplore. 
Till we find again our Treasure, 

Find, and never lose Thee more. 

That we may Th3'self inherit, 

Us Thou dost awhile forsake ; 
That we may receive Thy Spirit, 

Thou hast took His comforts back. 
After a short night of mournino- 

We again shall see Thy face, 
Triumph in Thy full returning, 

Glory in Thy perfect Grace. 

For Thy transient outward presence 

We Thine endless Love shall feel ; 
Seated in our inmost essence 

Thou shalt by Th}^ Spirit dwell. 
Jesus, come ! Thyself the Giver 

Let us for the Gift receive ; 
Let us live in God for ever, 

God in us for ever live. 



* "Compare Wesley's Works, vol. vi. pp. 84-91." This is Dr. Osborii's note, in 
his reprint of tlie ^^'esley poetiy. The brothers (John and Charles) held some rather 
peculiar notions on this subject. In a foot-note to one of their hymns, — I quote from 
memory, — they say, " It may please God to remove our Isaac, our Joy in Himself." 







PART II. 



THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 








CIj^ Stonr of ^cntost. 



Acts ii. 1-16. 

When the day of Pentecost was fully come, they were all with 
one accord in one place. And suddenly there came a 
sound from heaven, as of a rushing mighty wind, and 
it filled all the house where they were sitting. And 
there appeared unto them cloven tongues like as of fire, 
and it sat upon each of them. And they were all filled 
with the Holy Ghost, and began to speak with other 
tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance. And there 
were dweUing at Jerusalem Jews, devout men, out of every 
nation under heaven. Now when this was noised abroad, 
the multitude came together, and were confounded, be- 
cause that every man heard them speak in his own lan- 
guage. And they were all amazed, and marvelled, saying 
one to another, Behold, are not all these which speak, 
Galileans ? And how hear we every man in our own 
tongue, wherein we were born ? Parthians, and Medes, 
and Elamites, and the dwellers in Mesopotamia, and in 
Judea, and Cappadocia, in Pontus, and Asia, Phrygia, and 
Pamphylia, in Egypt, and in the parts of Libya about 
Gyrene, and strangers of Rome, Jews and Proselytes, 
Cretes and Arabians, we do hear them speak in our 
tongues the wonderful works of God. And they were 
all amazed, and were in doubt, saying one to another. 
What meaneth this ? Others mocking said. These men 
are full of new wine. But Peter, standing up with the 
eleven, lifted up his voice, and said unto them. Ye men 
of Judea, and all ye that dwell at Jerusalem, be this known 
unto you, and hearken to my words : for these are not 
drunken as ye suppose, seeing it is but the third hour 
of the day. But this is that which was spoken by the 
prophet Joel. 






/~\ GOD, who as at this time didst teacli the hearts of Thy 
faithful people, by sending to them the light of Thy 
Holy Spirit : grant us by the same Spirit to have a right 
judgment in all things, and evermore to rejoice in His holy 
comfort : through the merits of Jesus Christ our Saviour, 
who liveth and reigneth with Thee, in the unity of the same 
Spirit, one God, world without end. 



/^ GOD, who didst give The Holy Spirit to Thine Apos- 
tles, grant unto Thy people the performance of their 
petitions, so that on us, to whom Thou hast given faith, Thou 
mayest also bestow peace by the same Spirit : through Jesus 
Christ our Lord. 







THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 



JAM CHRISTUS ASTRA ASCENDERAT. 

Thomasius, Mone, and Wackernagel ascribe this to Ambrose (d. 397), though 
Mone thinks the text has been corrupted. Daniel places it later. The Roman Bre- 
viary of Urban VIII., 1631, gives a greatly varied form: both this and the original are 
given in Daniel, I. 64 It was used at Matins at Pentecost. Translated by Edward 
Caswall, in LyraCatholica, 1848. 

A BOVE the starry spheres, 
To where He was before, 
Christ had gone up, soon from on high 
The Father's Gift to pour : 

And now had fully come, 
On mystic circle borne 
Of seven times seven revolving days. 
The Pentecostal morn. 

When, as the Apostles knelt 
At the third hour in prayer, 
A sudden rushing sound proclaimed 
The God of glory near. 

Forthwith a tongue of fire 
Alights on every brow : 
Each breast receives the Father's light, 
The Word's enkindling glow. 






46 THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 

The Holy Ghost on all 
Is mightily outpoured ; 
Who straight in divers tongues declare 
The wonders of the Lord : 

While strangers of all climes 
Flock round from far and near, 
And with amazement each at once 
Their native accents hear. 

But Judah. faithless still, 
Denies the hand divine, 
And madly jeers the saints of Christ 
As drunk with new-made wine. 

Till Peter in the midst 

Stood up and spake aloud, 
And their perfidious falsity 

By Joel's witness showed. 

Praise to the Father be ! 

Praise to the Son who rose ! 
Praise, Holy Paraclete, to Thee, 
While age on ages flows ! 







CHRIST HAD REGAINED THE SKY. 47 



ANOTHER VERSION. 

CHRIST HAD REGAINED THE SKY. 

Ry Edward Arthur Dayman, B.D., prebendary of Britton, and co-editor, 
with Lord Nelson and J. R. Woodford, of the Saruni Hyntual, i86S. From that 
collection it is taken. 

/~^HRIST had regained the sky, 
^-^ To send down whence He came 
The promise from on high, 

Made in the Father's Name : 
His own await the hour 
That seals their coming power. 

The mystic destined day 

Of sevenfold circling years 
Speeds onward on its way 

To herald hopes and fears, 
To set the bondmen free : 
Great year of Jubilee ! 

Within the temple there 

In silence all lay hushed — 
Down, at that hour of prayer, 

Sudden the whirlwind rushed I 
Not voiceless as of old, 
God's presence now it told. 

And cloven tongues of flame 

The Word's full warmth inspire ; 

And from the Father came 
The lamp of living fire, 







48 THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 

To fill the faithful heart, 
And light and life impart. 

The Holy Ghost on each 

The gift of tongues hath poured, 

To tell in varied speech 
The wonders of the Lord ! 

And Bahel's work undone, 

He binds the Church in one. 

Parthian and Elamite, 

And strangers far and near, 

Greek, Arab, Proselyte, 

Their own loved language hear. 

All lands where man hath trod 

Shall hear the voice of God. 

Though Israelites combine 

With infidels to mock, 
Nor drunkenness nor wine 

The faltering lips unlock, 
But different tongues confess 
God's Truth in soberness. 

Outspake the Apostle bold, 
How God fulfilled His word. 

And prophets had foretold 
The cominij of the Lord : 

By dream and vision known. 

The Spirit seals His own. 







AUDIMURj ALMA SPIRITUS. 49 

Christ, may the Comforter 

From God the Father come, 
And grace and power confer, 

And guide us to Thy home ! 
Renew the face of earth, 
And give the world new birth. 

Amen. 




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AUDIMUR; ALMA SPIRITUS. 

From the Parisian Breviary. Translation by Isaac Williams, 1839. 

l^TOW our prayers are lieard on high. 

And 'mid mortal men unblest 
The good Comforter is nigh. 

Coming from the Father's breast. 

What mysterious sight and sound 
Of our God the coming speaks? 

Like a rushing wind profound. 

All the house His presence shakes. 

Like a fiery shower it falls 

All the hallowed guests among. 

Upon each within the walls 
Sitting like a flaming tongue. 

While the bright and lambent blaze 
Plays their unharmed heads around. 

It hath gone with piercing rays 
To their deepest hearts prolbund. 
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50 THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 

All aghast the nations throng, 

While with othei- tongues they name 

Things that unto Heaven belong, 
And whate'er they speak is flame. 

Lo again, O sight of fear ! 

For the hearer hath a tongue : 
Of new prophets, while they hear, 

Hath another harvest sprung. 

Praise to Father and to Son, 
And to Thee, the Holy One, 
By whose awful breath divine 
Our dull spirits burn and shine. 




BEATA NOBIS GAUDIA. 

. Daniel and Fabricius ascribe this hymn to St. Hilary, Bishop of Poictiers from 
355 to 368, the earliest of the Latin hymnists. Mone is persuaded that it is much 
later, and Wackernagel refers it to the 5th century. It was sung at compline or lauds 
at Pentecost. Translated by William John Blew, C/utrck Hymn and 'J'mie 
Book, 1S51 ; reprinted in Lyra Mystica and in The PeoJ/Ws Hymnal. 

13 OUND roll the weeks our hearts to greet, 

^ With blissful joys returning ; 
For lo ! the Holy Paraclete 

On twelve bright brows sits burning. 
With quivering flame He lights on each 
In fashion like a tongue, to teach 
That eloquent they are of speech. 

Their hearts with true love yearning. 






BE ATA NOBIS GAUDIA. 5 1 

While with all tongues they speak to all, 
The nations deem them maddened ; 

And drunk with wine the prophets call 
Whom God's good Spirit gladdened : 

A marvel this, in mystery done ; 

The holy Paschal-tide outrun, 

The duly numbered days have won 
Remission for the saddened. 

O God most holy, Thee we pray 
With reverent brow low bending, 

Grant us the Spirit's gifts to-day. 
The gilts from Heaven, descending ; 

And since Thy Grace hath deigned to bide 

Within our breasts once sanctified, 

Deign, Lord, to cast our sins aside. 
Henceforth calm seasons sending. 

To God the Father laud and praise, 

Praise to the Son be given ; 
Praise to the Spirit of all grace. 

The Fount of graces seven ; 
As was of old, all worlds before. 
Is now, and shall be evermore, 
When time and change are spent and o'er, — 

All praise in earth and Heaven. 







52 THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 




GLADSOME FEAST! 



Another Version, by the Rev. E. A. Washburn, D.D., of New York. Con- 
tributed. The allusion to the Jubilee is in accordance with a German note of 
Kbnigsfeld. 

r^ LADSOME feast ! each rolling year 
^^ Brings anew the season dear, 
When upon the waiting host 
Burning fell the Holy Ghost. 

Quivering like a cloven tongue, 
Heavenly light above them hung ; 
On their lips a word it came, 
In their hearts a living flame. 

Now in every voice they spake. 
Awed the listening heathen shake : 
'Twas no fire of maddening wine, 
Theirs the Spirit's draught divine. 

Mystic birth ! revealed of old, 
When the Paschal days were told, 
And the circling Jubilee 
Set the happy bondman free. 

God of boundless mercy ! now 
With a lowly face we bow ; 
Give Thy Spirit from above, 
Grant the largess of Thy Love. 






PROMPT, O MUSE, THE FITTING STRAIN. 

Thou, whose tides of Grace could pour 
On those hallowed hearts before, 
Let our sinful bondage cease, 
Bring our Jubilee of peace ! 

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EYA MUSA Die QU^SO PR^CLARA CHOREA. 

From The Saricni Missal in English, i86S. The hj'mns in this are translated 
by Charles Buchanan Pearson, Prebendary of Sarum. He has recently pub- 
lished these sequences in a volume : his renderings of them, says an English critic, 
are "always scholarly, and sometimes poetical." 

"VTOW prompt, O Muse, the fitting strain, 

^ And let the organ lend its tempered might ; 
Swell, pipe and string, the joyous note of praise ; 
Whilst we, with lifted heart and voice, 
Devoutly sing the honor of this day. 
For on this day descends the Paraclete 
Upon Christ's faithful ones, filling their souls with 

grace. 
A sudden sound is heard, and tongues of fire are 
seen, 
And, lo ! with accents not their own, 
Untaught of man, they speak the wondrous works 
of God. 
Yet carnal unbelief cries scornfully, 
" Full of new wine are these : " misdeeming them 
Whose hearts the Blessed Spirit with love in- 
flames. 
It is the fiftieth day 
From the great Resurrection morn. 






54 THE STORY OF PEXTECOST. 

Into their heart of hearts down crhdes the mvstic 
tire : 
^^llile to the citv a clear sio'n is o-iven. 
Then forth thev o-q. a ho-ht amid the cjloom. 
Dropping the Word's good seed in every land 
With many a sign of power, 
While the supernal dew 
Blesses the thirsty new-sown tield. 
And now, O Christ, Thv servants waitino- on Thee 
Here in Thine house, would fain their voice attune 
To that new sono- which saints in o-lorv sinsf. 
To Him be endless glory, honor, power, 
Who to all men that serve Him faithfully 
In every clime the Spirit's aid vouchsafes ! 
IMeekly, with one accord, the wondrous Gift we 

seek. 
That He, the Holy Ghost, our inmost hearts 
First cleansino-. with all wisdom mav enlifjhten. 

Alleluia ! 




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LUX JUCUNDA, LUX INSIGNIS. 

Adam of St. Victor, twelfth century. Daniel esteems it "a Prose of the high- 
est merit, inferior to none and superior to most, full of the flowers and fracTance of the 
Holv Scriptures,"' Translated by C. B Pe.\rsox, front the Sannn Missai, iS6S. 
There is a paitial version of this by Dr. Herbert Kvn.\ston, in his Occasiotial 
Hymns, 1S62. 



T 



HE illustrious day, when from the throne 
The fierv tongues came rushing down 
On Christ's assembled band, 






LUX JUCUNDA, LUX INS IGNIS. 

To enrich their tongues, their hearts to fill, 
To kindred praise invites us still, 

With heart and tongue and hand. 
Christ on this Pentecostal Day, 
Revisiting without delay 

The Bride, His promise sent : 
After the honey's treasured worth 
The Rock a store ot^ oil gave forth, 

The Rock now permanent. 
From Sinai's Mount proclaimed the Law 
Graven on stone the people saw. 

Not sent in tongues of fire : 
Newness of heart and quickened mind, 
With unity of tongue combined, 

The chosen few inspire. 
O happy, O most festive da}^ ! 
Whereon the early founders lay 

The Church's basis sure. 
The rising Church's first-fruits born 
To life anew this holy morn, 

Three thousand souls figure. 
The two loaves by the Law ordained 
Two peoples represent, retained 

By faith's adopting tie. 
The Head Stone of the corner, set 
Between the two, together met, 

Hath wrought out unity. 
New bottles, not the worn and old, 
New wine are suitable to hold : 

With oil Elisha fills 
The widow's vessels not a few : 







56 



THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 




So on fit hearts His holy dew 

God graciously distils. 
We are not worthy of this wine, 
Or oil, or of this dew divine, 

If discord reigns within : 
His consolation cannot find 
A place in a divided mind 

Or heart obscured by sin. 
Come, Holy Comforter benign ! 
Our tongues control, our hearts incline I 
If on us Thy blest Presence shine. 

No poison harms, no gall : 
There is no joy, no pure content. 
No health, no calm stabiliment, 
Sweetness hath no constituent. 

Except Thy Grace do all. 
Thou art the Light, the Oil to cure ; 
Thou working in the water pure. 
Mysterious virtue dost assure 

To bless Thy chosen race. 
By new creation born again. 
To praise Thee now our hearts are fain ; 
By nature sons of wrath, we gain 

The privilege of Grace. 
Thou art the Gift and Giver too, 
All good on earth to Thee is due : 
With gratitude our hearts endue, 
To praise Thy Name with accents true 

Do Thou our lips ordain : 
Cleanse us, we pray, from all our sin, 
Of purity Thou Origin ! 






ANNI PERACTIS MENSIBUS. 

Grant we, in Christ renewed, may win 
A perfect life, and bring us in 
Where joys in fulness reign. 




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ANNI PERACTIS MENSIBUS. 

From the Anglo-Saxon Hymnaries, where it was set for the Vigil of Pentecost. 
Translation by John David Chambers: from his Lauda Syon, 1857. 

A YEAR'S swift months have passed away, 
•^ ^ The joys of Pentecost are here ; 
At length returns the wished- for day, 
Again believing hearts to cheer. 

'Twas then the Spirit of the Lord 
Filled with celestial joys the earth ; 

His radiant glories all abroad 

From Heaven throughout the world go forth. 

For thus the Son of God Most High 
His promise to the Apostles made. 

Ascending o'er the lofty sky, 
To send His Holy Spirit's aid. 

Now He by surest proofs is here ; 

Apostles' voices witness bear, 
And various nations far and near 

In divers tongues His power declare. 

Saved by the Spirit's wondrous Grace 

Of Father and of Son bestowed. 
May we pour forth continual praise 

Throughout eternity to God. 






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THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 




LAUDES DEO DEVOTAS. 



A Compline Hymn ascribed to St. Notker : from the York Breviary, a.d. 912. 
Translation by J. D. Chambers, from his Sarum Hotirs, 1852. Revised in the 
Rev. James Skinner's Daily Service Hymjtal, 1864. There are two other ver- 
sions, one in Lyra Mystica, by W. J. Blew, and one in the Sarum Missal, by 
C. B. Pearson. 



A LL laud and worship o'er the earth 
Let Universal Church pour forth 
With sweet and solemn voice to God : 
This day, to the Apostles given, 
The Holy Spirit's Grace from Heaven 
In tongues of fire was shed abroad. 

To cleanse our souls from stain of sin, 
That He may come and dwell within, 

Now present be the Paraclete ! 
That we may please Him evermore. 
May He into our bosoms pour 

His gifts and graces ever meet. 

Now for eternal ages long. 
Let Alleluia be our song 

To God, the Blessed Three in One : 
All praise and power and majesty. 
With honor, might, and glory, be 

In earth and Heaven forever done. 






WE KEEP THE FEAST OF PENTECOST. 59 



PENTECOSTAL ODES. 

From the Service Books of the Holy Eastern Church. Translated by William 
Chatterton Dix, in Lyra Mystica, 1865. 



An Ode of an Unknown Author. 

^T /"E keep the Feast of Pentecost, 

* ^ The Coming of the Holy Ghost 
Our hope is now fulfilled, and we 
Receive the mighty mystery. 

The day of promise long foretold, 
The time appointed we behold. 
And therefore gladly now we sing, 
To Thee be praise, Creator, King. 

O wondrous Gift of Christ the Lord 
On His disciples newly poured, 
That they to all might Grace proclaim, 
And publish far the Saving Name. 

Thy Love immortal. Word of God, 
In foreign tongues they sound abroad, 
And all the wounds of sin to heal 
Thy signal mercy they reveal. 

The Holy Spirit all things leads. 
From Him all Prophecy proceeds. 
His Priests He ever sanctifies. 
He makes the poor and lowly wise. 







6o THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 

On fishers He hath poured His Grace ; 
He rules the Church, His dwelling-place 
He welds her order, and His might 
Protects her children in the fight. 

Thee, One in Nature, One in throne, 
Eternal Comforter, we own, 
With God the Father and the Son, 
The ever-blessed Three in One. 




11. 

An Ode of S. John Damascene. 

[The greatest of the Greek sacred poets. Little is known of his life : he died 
about A.D. 780. Several of his lyrics have been nobly translated by Dr. J. M. Neale, 
in his Hymns of the Eastern Church, 1S62.] 

'' I ^HE tuneful sound of music 
Burst sweetly forth of old 
In honor of the idol, 

The lifeless form of gold : ^ 
We cry, with awe adoring 

The Spirit's radiant flame, 
Sole Trinity, we bless Thee, 

For evermore the same. 

They who the Voice Prophetic 
Knew not as Word of Thine, 

The unknown tongues regarded 
As drunkenness of wine : 

' Exodus xxxii. 18, ig. 







HE WHO WITH HIS MIGHTY HAND. 6l 

But we in faith devoutly 

Give God the honor due : 
Sole Trinity, we bless Thee, 

Who makest all things new. 

The prophet Joel looking 

Upon the face of God, 
Astonied heard Him speaking. 

And told His words abroad : 
They whom I give My Spirit 

Shall cry, thus filled with might, 
Sole Trinity, we bless Thee, 

O everlasting Light. 

The third day-hour abounded 

With Grace, that we might know 
The Source of blessing, Threefold, 

Whence benedictions flow. 
And now, on this glad morning. 

The best and chief of days, 
Sole Trinity, we bless Thee 

In hymns of grateful praise. 



HI. 

An Ode of S. Cosmas the Melodist. 

Foster-brother to S John Damascene, and next to him among the Greek ecclesi- 
astical poets. He was a monk of S. Sabbas, and Bishop of Maiuma, near Gaza : 
he died about a.d. 760. Like Damascene, he was extremely fond of types and 
Scripture figures. 

T TE who with His mighty hand 
-*- -^ Breaks the battle and the brand. 
Now hath buried in the tide 
Egypt's chariots and her pride. 






62 



THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 




Songs of victory we sing : 
Perished are her host and king. 
Tell the triumph far and wide ; 
God the Lord is glorified. 

Thou a Light on earth hast shined, 
Christ, the Lover of mankind : 
Thou the Comforter hast sent : 
All hath found accomplishment 
Which the Law and Prophets old 
In the ages past foretold ; 
Every promise, every word 
Which Thy dear disciples heard. 

For the Holy Spirit's Grace 
On the true and faithful race 
Freely hath to-day been poured, 
From the world's foundation stored : 
Gladly then these hymns we lift. 
Thankful for the wondrous Gift, 
Praising, as is right and meet, 
God the blessed Paraclete. 




IV. 

An Ode of S. Joseph of the Studtum. 

The most voluminous of the Greek poets: he Hved about a.d. S30. This is but a 
fragment of his great " Canon for Ascension," translated by Dr. John Mason Neale, 
in his most exquisite and invaluable little book, Hymns ef the Eastern Church, 
1862. 

T TOLY Gift, surpassing comprehension ! 
-^ -^ Wondrous myster}'- of each fiery tongue ! 
Christ made good His promise in Ascension : 
O'er the Twelve the cloven flames have hunsf ! 





/ WILL NOT LEA VE YOU COMFORTLESS. ^2> 



Spake the Lord, or ere He left the Eleven : 
" Here in Salem wait the Gift I send : 
Till the Paraclete come down from Heaven, 
Everlasting Guide and Guard and Friend." 

O that shame, now ended in His glory ! 
O that pain, now lost in joy unknown ! 
Tell it out with praise, the whole glad story, 
Human nature at the Father's throne ! 




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I WILL NOT LEAVE YOU COMFORTLESS. 

George V. Cox: Hymns /or ike Black Letter Saints' Days, iSa,^. 

T WILL not leave you comfortless — 

The promised Spirit comes to bless : 
The Pentecostal Day is come, 
And with one mind, in common home. 
The sad disciples of the Lord 
Waiting, obey His solemn word. 
O let His word with us abide, 
While thus we keep our Whitsuntide ! 

Sudden, above, and all around 
A mighty Wind, a rushing Sound 
Comes from the clouds asunder riven ; 
Resistless comes — it comes from Heaven. 
Its power expansive makes its way, 
And fills the chamber where they pray. 
O may that power with us abide 
To cheer us in our Whitsuntide ! 






64 THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 

Not sounds alone, but sights are there, 
For cloven tongues of fire appear ; 
Brighter than jewelled diadem, 
They rest on each and all of them : 
The heavenly influence spreads : and they 
Exulting hail the glorious day. 

And O, may we with thankful pride 
Thus hail our glorious Whitsuntide ! 

Filled from one Source, the Holy Ghost, 
(Jesus their theme, His Cross their boast) 
No other teaching they require. 
Kindled, inspired by Heaven's own Fire. 
In tongues ne'er learnt they Jesus preach, 
E'en as the Spirit's breathings teach. 

O help us, teach us, heavenly Guide, 
To keep aright our Whitsuntide ! 

The tidings soon were noised abroad 
Of powers that spoke the present God ; 
And numbers vast of pious men 
From every clime 'neath Heaven's ken, 
Each in his native language heard 
From men untaught the sacred word. 

O spread those tidings far and wide. 
Blest Founder of our Whitsuntide ! 

Well might those listeners cry, O see I 
Are they not all from Galilee? 
How in our proper tongue doth each 
Catch words of wisdom from their speech ? 







HAIL THE JOYFLfL DAY'S RETURN. 65 

To keep a Feast from far we came, 

A holier Feast we now proclaim. 

And O, what they far off descried, 
May we enjoy each Whitsuntide ! 




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HAIL THE JOYFUL DAY'S RETURN. 



Robert Campbell, solicitor in Edinburgh: died i858. He was the compiler, 
and chief author, of a small collection of Hytniis and A nthetnsfor use in the Holy 
Services of the Churchy within the United Diocese of St. Andrew's, Dunkeld, and 
Dunblane, put forth with the approval of Bishop Torry, in 1850. He dealt chiefly in 
translations from the Latin ; but this vigorous lyric seems to be original. 



T TAIL the joyful day's return, 

-^ Hail the Pentecostal morn. 
Morn when our Ascended Head 
On His Church His Spirit shed. 
Like to cloven tongues of flame 
On the Twelve the Spirit came ; 
Tongues, that earth may hear the call 
Fire, that Love may burn in all. 

Hear the speech before unknown ; 
Trembling crowds the wonder own : 
What though hardened some abide. 
And the holy work deride ? 
Lord, to Thee Thy people bend, 
Unto us Thy Spirit send : 
Blessings of this sacred day 
Grant us, dearest Lord, we pray. 

S 






66 



THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 

Thou who didst our fathers guide, 
With their children still abide ; 
Grant us pardon, grant us peace, 
Till our earthly wanderings cease. 
To the Father praises sing, 
Praise to Christ our risen King, 
Praise to Thee, the Lord of Love, 
Blessed Spirit, Holy Dove. 




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MIDNIGHT CLOUDS ARE ROLLED AWAY. 

Charles Laurence Ford : from Hymns for the Public Worship of the 
Churchy 1858, by the Rev. Robert H. Baynes, now Vicar of St. Michael's, 
Coventry. 

lyriDNIGHT clouds are rolled away, 
■^^^ Dawns the Pentecostal Dav : 
Struggling through the twilight gloom 
Sunshine seeks the upper room, 
Softly entering, as it sees 
Waiting saints upon their knees. 

Waiting long with one accord 
For the Promise of their Lord ; 
Pouring forth the heart's full prayer 
For His glorious presence there : 
Glad the morning light they spy — 
Surely now their Sun is nigh ! 

Hark ! a rushing sound is given. 
As a mighty wind from Heaven ! 





EXCEEDING FAITHFUL IN THY WORD. 67 

Hearts exclaim, while lips are dumb, 
Lo, the Comforter is come ! 
See where every cloven spire 
Crowns with pure baptismal fire ! 

Now the night of fear is o'er, 
Silence seals their lips no more. 
Lord ! to us like gift impart ; 
Fill with fire each waiting heart ; 
Then, Thy wondrous Love to show, 
Burning words, like flame, shall flow. 




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EXCEEDING FAITHFUL IN THY WORD. 

George Wither, 15S8-1667, was a Puritan through the Civil War, though before 
that he had stood so well at court as to receive from James I. an exclusive patent for 
his Hymns and Songs of the Church, 1623. In that volume this is set for Pentecost. 
He afterward rewrote (without improving) it, for his Hallelujah, 1641. 

■pXCEEDING faithful in Thy word, 
^^ And just in all Thy ways, 
We do acknowledge Thee, O Lord, 

And therefore give Thee praise : 
For as Thy promise Thou didst pass 

Before Thou went'st away, 
Sent down Thy Holy Spirit was 

At His appointed day. 

While Thy disciples in Th}^ name 

Together did retire. 
The Holy Ghost upon them came 

In cloven tongues of fire ; 






68 THE STORY OF PENTECOST 

That in their calling they might be 

Confirmed from above, 
As Thou wert, when He came on Thee, 

Descending like a dove. 

Whereby those men, that simple were 

And fearful till that hour, 
Had knowledge at an instant there, 

And boldness armed wath power ; 
Receiving gifts so manifold 

That since the world begun 
A wonder seldom hath been told 

That could exceed this one. 

Now also, blessed Spirit, come. 

Unto our souls appear. 
And of Thy graces shower Thou some 

On this assembly here : 
To us Thy dove-like meekness lend. 

That humble we may be. 
And on Thy silver wings ascend, 

Our Saviour Christ to see. 

O let Thy cloven tongues, we pray. 

So rest on us again. 
That both the Truth confess we may, 

And teach it other men. 
Moreover let Thy heavenly fire, 

Enflamed from above. 
Burn up in us each vain desire. 

And warm our hearts with love. 







NAY, STARTLE NOT. 6^ 

Vouchsafe Thou Hkewise to bestow 

On us Thy sacred peace, 
We stronger may in union grow 

And in debates decrease : 
Which peace though many yet contemn, 

Reformed let them be, 
That we may, Lord, have part in them, 

And they have part in Thee. ' 




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NAY, STARTLE NOT. 

Christopher Harvie, author of Tke Synagogue : Sacred Poetns in Imitation 
of Mr. George Herbert^ 1640. This work went through many editions, and was long 
bound with Herbert's Temple. 

"l^TAY, startle not to hear the rushing wind 
-^ ^ Wherewith this place is shaken : 
Attend awhile, and thou shalt quickly find • 

How much thou art mistaken, 
If thou think here 

Is any cause to fear. 

Seest thou not how on those twelve reverend heads 

Sit cloven tongues of fire? 
And as the rumor of that wonder spreads. 

The multitude admire 
To see it, and 

Yet more amazed stand, 

To hear at once so great variety 

Of language from them come. 
Of whom they dare be bold to say they be 






70 THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 

Bred nowhere but at home, 

And never were 
In place such words to hear. 

Mock not, profane cJespisers of the Spirit, 
At what 's to you unknown : 

This Earnest He hath sent, who must inherit 
All nations as His own ; 
That they may know 
How much to Him they owe. 

Now that He is ascended up on high 

To His celestial throne. 
And hath led captive all captivity. 

He'll not receive alone. 
But likewise give 

Gifts unto all that live : 

To all that live by Him, that they may be 
In His due time, each one. 

Partakers with Him, in His victory, 
Nor He triumph alone. 

But take all His 
Unto Him where He is. 

To fit them for which blessed state of glory 

This is His Agent here : 
To publish to the world that happy story, 

Always and everywhere 
This resident 

Embassador is sent. 







THY HE A VENL Y KINGDOM HERE BELOW. 7 1 




Heaven's Lieger upon earth to counterwork 
The mines that Satan made, 

And bring to light those enemies, that lurk 
Under sin's gloomy shade : 

That hell may not 
Still boast what it hath got. 

Thus Babel's curse, confusion, is retrieved ; 

Diversity of tongues 
By this division of the Spirit relieved : 

And, to prevent all wrongs, 
One Faith unites 

People of diiferent rites. 

O let His entertainment then be such 

As doth Him best befit : 
Whatever He requireth think not much 

Freely to yield Him it : 
For who doth this 

Reaps the first-fruits of bliss. 



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THY HEAVENLY KINGDOM HERE BELOW. 

Joseph Beaumont, D.D., 1615-1699: Master of Peter-House, and King's Pro- 
fessor of Divinity at Cambridge : author of PsycJie, the longest poem in the EngUsh 
language, and of some minor pieces which, written in 1652, were not printed till 1749. 

'' I ^HY heavenly kingdom here below 
■*■ Now like itself, dear Lord, doth show, 
And needs no metaphor to tell 
How lofty things beneath can dwell : 
Now Thy celestial flames are hither sent 
To light the stars of earth's new firmament. 






72 THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 

How bright they shine ! brave stars, whose light 
Spreads day upon the face of night ! 
And gilds the farthest shades, which lie 
Hid from the upper heaven's great eye ; 
Coasts to the glaring sun unknown shall say, 
Welcome, sweet beams of bright religious day. 

These heavens Thy glory shall declare, 

And with Thy praises fill the air. 

The tongues of this great day shall send 

Thy name unto the world's vast end. 
Where'er it lists this Spirit shall blow, and find 
Its chariot on the wings of every wind. 

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TONGUES OF FIRE FROM HEAVEN DESCEND. 

Bishop Jeremy Taylor, 1613-1667. His Festival Hymns were attached to 
Trie Golden Grove, 1655. 

'' I ^ONGUES of fire from Heaven descend, 
-^ With a mighty rushing wind, 
To blow it up, and make 
A living fire 
Of heavenly charity, and pure desire. 
Where they their residence should take. 
On the Apostles' sacred heads they sit ; 
Who now, like beacons, do proclaim and tell 
The invasion of the host of hell ; 

And give men warning to defend 
Themselves from the enraging brunt of itl 






WHEN CHRIST TO HEAVEN ASCENDED. 73 

Lord, let the flames of holy Charity, 
And all her gifts and graces, slide 
Into our hearts, and there abide ; 

That, thus refined, we may soar above 

With it, unto the element of Love, 
Even unto Thee, dear Spirit; 

And there eternal peace and rest inherit. 




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WHEN CHRIST HIS BODY UP HAD BORNE. 

Henry More, 1614-16S7; the celebrated Cambridge Platonist. His few hymns, 
whose poetical merit is but small, were printed with his Theological Works, in :668. 

TT /"HEN Christ His body up had borne 

^ ' To Heaven, from His Disciples' sight, 
Then they like orphans all forlorn 

Spent their sad days in mournful plight. 

But He ascended up on high, 

More sacred gifts for to receive 
And freely shower them from the sky 

On those which He behind did leave. 

He for the presence of His flesh 
To them the Holy Spirit imparts. 

And doth with living springs refresh 
Their thirsty souls and fainting hearts. 

While with one mind, and in one place, 

Devoutly they themselves retire, 
In rushing wind the promised Grace 
■ Descends, and cloven tongues of fire. 







74 THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 

The house th' Almighty's Spirit fills, 
Which doth the feeble fabric shake ; 

But on their tongue such power instils, 
That makes the amazed hearer quake. 

The Spirit of holy zeal and love, 
And of discerning, give us, Lord ; 

The Spirit of power from above, 
Of unity and good accord. 

The Spirit of convincing speech. 

Such as will every conscience smite. 

And to the heart of each man reach, 
And sin and error put to flight : 

The Spirit of refining fire 

Searching the inmost of the mind. 

To purge all foul and fell desire. 

And kindle Life more pure and kind. 

The Spirit of faith, in this thy day. 
Of power against the force of sin, 

That through this faith we ever may 
Against our lusts the conquests win. 

Pour down Thy Spirit of inward Life, 

Which in our hearts Thy Laws may write, 

That without any pain or strife 

We naturally may do what 's right. 






WELCOME, WHITE DAY! 75 

On all the earth Thy Spirit pour, 

In righteousness it to renew : 
That Satan's kingdom 't may o'erpower, 

And to Christ's sceptre may subdue. 

Like mighty wind or torrent fierce, 

Let it withstanders all o'errun. 
And every wicked law reverse. 

That Faith and Love may make all one. 

Let peace and joy in each place spring, 
And righteousness, the Spirit's fruits. 

With meekness, friendship, and each thing 
That with the christian spirit suits. 

Grant this, O holy God and true, 

Who th' ancient Prophets did inspire : 

Haste to perform Thy Promise due, 
As all Thy Servants Thee desire. 

[The ideas of this are better than the expression. John Wesley rewrote the whole 
piece, in his Hymtts and Sacred Poems, 1739, and part of that version has aheady 
been given, on p. 21.] 




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WHITE SUNDAY. 

Henry Vaughan, 1621-1695, next in rank to George Herbert among the poets 
of that age and school. From his Silex Scintillans, Part II., 1654. As is usual with 
Vaughan and his fellows, this piece is crowded with ideas and somewhat obscure 
in style. 

^"\ 7ELCOME, white day ! a thousand suns, 

* ' Though seen at once, were black to thee ! 
For after their light, darkness comes ; 
But thine shines to eternity. 






76 THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 

Those flames which on the Apostles rushed 
At this great Feast, and in a tyre 
Of cloven tongues their heads all brushed 
And crowned them with prophetic fire, — 

Can these new lights be like to those, 
These lights of serpents like the Dove? 
Thou hadst no gall even for Thy foes, 
And Thy two wings were grief and love. 

Though then some boast that fire each day, 
And to Christ's coat pin all their shreds, 
Not sparing openly to say, 
His candle shines upon their heads ; 

Yet while some rays of that great Light 
Shine here below within Thy Book, 
They never shall so blind my sight 
But I will know which way to look. 

For though Thou dost that great light lock, 
And by this lesser commerce keep. 
Yet by these glances of the flock 
I can discern wolves from the sheep. 

Not but that I have wishes too, 

And pray, "These last may be as first, 

Or better ; " but Thou long ago 

Hast said, "These last should be the worst." 







WELCOME, WHITE DAY! 77 

Besides, Thy method with Thy own, 
Thy own dear people, pens our times ; 
Our stories are in theirs set down, 
And penahies spread to our crimes. 

Again, if worst and worst implies 
A state that no redress admits. 
Then, from Thy Cross unto these days 
The rule without exception fits. 

And yet, as in night's gloomy page 
One silent star may interline ; 
So in this last and lewdest age 
Thy ancient Love on some may shine. 

For though we hourly breathe decays, 
And our best note and highest ease 
Is but mere changing of the keys, 
And a consumption that doth please : 

Yet Thou, the great eternal Rock, 
Whose height above all ages shines, 
Art still the same, and canst unlock 
Thy waters to a soul that pines. 

Since then Thou art the same this day 
And ever as Thou wert of old, 
And nothing doth Thy Love allay 
But our heart's dead and sinful cold ; 







78 THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 

As Thou long since wert pleased to buy 
Our drowned estate, taking the curse 
Upon Thyself, so to destroy 
The knots we tied upon Thy purse, ■ — 

So let Thy Grace now make the way 
Even for Thy Love ; for by that means 
We, who are nothing but foul clay. 
Shall be fine gold which Thou didst cleanse. 

O come ! refine us with Thy fire ! 
Refine us ! we are at a loss : 
Let not Thy stars for Balaam's hire 
Dissolve into the common dross ! 

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AT PENTECOST, ILLUSTRIOUS DAY! 

Simon Browne, 16S0-1732: Independent minister at Portsmouth and in London. 
His Hymns and Spiritual Soji^s, designed as a Supplement to Dr. Watts' Hyvins, 
appeared in 1720, and were reprinted in 1741 and 1760. 

A T Pentecost, illustrious day ! 
^ ^ With one accord the Apostles met 
There where their Master bid them stay 
And for the Father's promise wait. 

Nor did they sit in long suspense ; 

From Heaven a sudden sound was heard, 
Like wind impetuous rushing thence, 

And cloven tongues of fire appeared. 






AT PENTECOST, ILLUSTRIOUS DAY! 79 

The heavenly blast filled all the room, 
A tongue descends on every head : :> 

And now the Paraclete is come, 

To make them glad, and help them plead. 

With flowing speech in foreign tongues 
God's wondrous works they now proclaim ; 

Whilst of all nations numerous throngs 
To witness to the wonder came. 

Surprised they heard illiterate Jews 
The language of each country speak : 

The tongue of Medes, of Libyans, use, 
Arabic, Persian, Roman, Greek. 

Thus did the Holy Ghost inspire 

And fit them Christian truths to spread. 

Fill every heart with light and fire. 

Teach every tongue to preach and plead. 

Thus did He open witness bear 

To their authority divine ; 
Make stupid lands attentive hear, 

And all their gods and lusts resign. 

Thus tidings of salvation run 

Through every nation far and near, 

And everywhere beneath the sun 
The triumphs of the Cross appear. 







8o THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 



NOW CHRIST ASCENDS ABOVE THE SKIES. 

William Hammond (died 1783) was first a Churchman, then a Calvinistic 
Methodist, and finally a Moravian. His Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs 
appeared in 1745. He was a fair scholar, and this is doubtless founded on Jam 
Christus astra ascenderat. 

"jVTOW Christ ascends above the skies ; 
-^ ^ He now returns to Paradise, 

From whence He lately kindly came : 
The promised Spirit He sends down, 
To make His great salvation known 

And spread the savor of His Name. 
When Pentecost was fully come, 
They all assembled in one room, 

x\nd joined in mutual prayer and praise : 
Then suddenly a sound was heard, 
Twelve cloven tongues of fire appeared, 

And on the Apostles' heads took place. 

The rushing wind that went before 
Declares our Lord's almighty power. 

His power to cast opposers down : 
The efficacy of His Love 
Like a refiner's fire doth prove, 

And warm and melt even hearts of stone. 
With joy and gladness they proclaim 
The wonders of the bleeding Lamb ; 

They boldly publish Jesu's Word : 
Their hearts with heavenly ardor fired. 
Their lips with diverse tongues inspired, 

They preach the Gospel of our Lord. 







NOW CHRIST ASCENDS ON HIGH. 8 1 

'Tis madness to a carnal ear 
To hear a child of God declare 

What Jesus for his soul hath done ; 
Freely to talk of sins forgiven, 
To say that we are sure of Heaven, 

Is all a language quite unknown. 
Worldlings deny the power divine, 
Impute the work of Grace to wine, 

And say the saints are drunk or mad : 
But they who taste our Saviour's Grace 
In Him find solid happiness ; 

In Christ they triumph, and are glad. 

His Promise stands for ever sure, 
My Spirit on all jlesh I pojir, 

All jlesh shall My Salvation see, 
A Christian heart is Christ's abode, 
A living temple of his God, 

A temple of the sacred Three. 
Christ dwells in him, and he in Christ; 
He into Jesus is baptized. 

In spirit he with Christ is one. 
Jesu, our souls are joined to Thee 
In everlasting unity ; 

We live by Christ, and Christ alone. 







82 THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 



WHEN THE BLEST DAY OF PENTECOST. 



Joseph Hart, 1712-1768 ; minister in Jewin Street, and author of various popu- 
lar hymns. His first edition, containing this, appeared 1759. 



^T 7HEN the blest day of Pentecost 
* ^ Was fully come, the Holy Ghost 
Descended from above, 
Sent by the Father and the Son 
(The Sender and the Sent are one), 
The Lord of Life and Love. 

Within one house, with one accord, 
The faithful followers of our Lord, 

Waiting his Promise, sit ; 
That, vested with supernal power, 
They might be then, and not before, 

To preach the Gospel fit. 

Sudden a rushing wind they hear. 
And fiery cloven tongues appear 

And sat on every one. 
Cloven, perhaps to be the sign 
That God no longer would confine 

His Word to Jews alone. 

To every nation under heaven 

To hear the Gospel-sound is given ; 

The call to all extends. 
As ours was parted long ago. 
So God divides His language too, 

And after sinners sends. 







GRANTED IS THE SAVIOUR'S PRAYER. ^:ii 

And were these first disciples blest 
With heavenly gifts, and shall the rest 

Be passed unheeded by? 
What, has the Holy Ghost forgot 
To quicken souls that Christ has bought. 

And let them lifeless lie? 

No, Thou almighty Paraclete, 

Thou shedd'st Thy heavenly influence yet, 

Thou visit'st sinners still : 
Thy breath of Life, Thy quickening flame. 
Thy power, Thy Godhead, still the same, 

We own, because we feel. 




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GRANTED IS THE SAVIOUR'S PRAYER. 

Charles Wesley: ixova Hymns and Sacred Poems, 1739. The last of a series 
of five hymns for the great Festivals. 

/^~^ RANTED is the Saviour's prayer, 
^-'^ Sent the gracious Comforter ; 
Promise of our parting Lord, 
Jesus, to His heaven restored : 

Christ, who now gone up on high, 
Captive leads captivity. 
While His foes from Him receive 
Grace, that God with man may live. 

God, the everlasting God, 
Makes with mortals His abode ; 
Whom the heavens cannot contain, 
He vouchsafes to dwell in man. 






84 THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 

Never will He thence depart, 
Inmate of an humble heart; 
Carrying on His work within, 
Striving till He cast out sin. 

There He helps our feeble moans. 
Deepens our imperfect groans ; 
Intercedes in silence there, 
Sighs the unutterable prayer. 

Come, divine and peaceful Guest, 
Enter our devoted breast : 
Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire. 
Kindle there the gospel fire. 

Crown the agonizing strife. 
Principle and Lord of life : 
Life divine in us renew. 
Thou the Gift and Giver too ! 

Now descend and shake the earth, 
Wake us into second birth ; 
Now Thy quickening influence give. 
Blow, and these dry bones shall live. 

Brood Thou o'er our nature's night, — 
Darkness kindles into light ; 
Spread Thy overshadowing wings, — 
Order from confusion springs. 

Pain and sin and sorrow cease. 
Thee we taste, and all is peace ; 
Joy divine in Thee we prove. 
Light of truth, and fire of love. 







FATHER OF EVERLASTING GRACE. 



85 




FATHER OF EVERLASTING GRACE. 



Charles Wesley: from Hymns for Whit-Sunday, 1746 



TIJ^ATHER of everlasting grace, 

Thy goodness and Thy truth we praise ; 

Thy goodness and Thy truth we prove ; 
Thou hast, in honor of Thy Son, 
The Gift unspeakable sent down, 

The Spirit of life, and power, and love. 

Thou hast the prophecy fulfilled. 
The grand original compact sealed. 

For which Thy word and oath were joined : 
The Promise to our fallen head. 
To every child of Adam made. 

Is now poured out on all mankind. 

The purchased Comforter is given, 
For Jesus is returned to Heaven, 

To claim, and then the Grace impart: 
Our day of Pentecost is come, 
And God vouchsafes to fix His home 

In every poor expecting heart. 

Father, on Thee whoever call 
Confess Thy promise is for all. 

While every one that asks receives, 
Receives the Gift and Giver too. 
And witnesses that Thou art true. 

And in Thy Spirit walks and lives. 






86 THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 

Not to a single age confined, 
For every soul of man designed, 

O God, we now that Spirit claim ; 
To us the Holy Ghost impart, 
Breathe Him into our panting heart ; 

Thou hear'st us ask in Jesu's name. 

Send us the Spirit of Thy Son, 

To make the depths of Godhead known. 

To make us share the life divine : 
Send Him the sprinkled blood to apply ; 
Send Him our souls to sanctify, 

And show and seal us ever Thine. 

So shall we pray, and never cease ; 
So shall we thankfully confess 

Thy wisdom, truth, and power, and love 
With joy unspeakable adore, 
And bless and praise Thee evermore, 

And serve Thee like Thy hosts above : 

Till, added to that heavenly choir, 
We raise our songs of triumph higher, 

And praise Thee in a bolder strain ; 
Outsoar the first-born seraph's flight, 
And sing, with all our friends in light, 

Thine everlasting Love to man. 







REJOICE, REJOICE, YE FALLEN RACE. 87 
REJOICE, REJOICE. YE FALLEN RACE. 

Charles Wesley : from Hyjmis and Sacred Poems, 1742. 

"D EJOICE, rejoice, ye fallen race, 

The Day of Pentecost is come ! 
Expect the sure descending Grace, 
Open your hearts to make Him room. 

Our Jesus is gone up on high, 

For us the blessing to receive ; 
It now comes streaming from the sky, 

The Spirit comes, and sinners live. 

To every one whom God shall call 
The promise is securely made ; 

To you far off; He calls you all ; 

Believe the word that Christ hath said : 

" The Holy Ghost, if I depart. 
The Comforter shall surely come. 

Shall make the contrite sinner's heart 
His loved, His everlasting home." 

Lord, we believe to us and ours 

The apostolic promise given ; 
We wait to taste the heavenly powers, 

The Holy Ghost sent down from Heaven. 

Ah, leave us not to mourn below, 
Or long for Thy return to pine ; 

Now, Lord, the Comforter bestow. 
And fix in us the Guest divine. 







S8 THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 

Assembled here with one accord, 
Calmly we wait the promised grace, 

The purchase of our dying Lord ; 

Come, Holy Ghost, and fill the place. 

If every one that asks may find, 
If still Thou art to sinners given. 

Come as a mighty rushing wind, 

To shake our earth come down from Heaven. 

Behold, to Thee our souls aspire, 
And languish Thy descent to meet ; 

Kindle in each Thy living fire, 
And fix in every heart Thy seat. 

Wisdom and strength to Thee belongs : 
Sweetly within our bosoms move ; 

Now let us speak with other tongues 

The new strange language of Thy Love. 

Spirit of faith, within us live, 

And strike the crowd with fixt amaze ; 

Open our mouths, and utterance give 
To publish our Redeemer's praise : 

To testify the Grace of God, 

To-day as yesterday the same. 
And spread through all the earth abroad 

The wonders wrought by Jesu's Name. 








SINNERS, YOUR HEARTS LIFT UP. 89 



SINNERS, YOUR HEARTS LIFT UP. 



Another from the same source. 

OINNERS, your hearts lift up, 
Partakers of your hope ! 
This the Day of Pentecost : 

Ask, and ye shall all receive : 
Surel}^ now the Holy Ghost 
God to all that ask shall give. 

Ye all may freely take 
The Grace for Jesu's sake : 
He for every man hath died, 
He for all hath rose again ; 
Jesus now is glorified, 

Gifts He hath received for men. 

He sends them from the skies 
On all His enemies : 
By His Cross He now hath led 

Captive our captivity : 
We shall all be free indeed, 

Christ the Son shall make us free. 

Blessings on all He pours 
In never-ceasing showers ; 
All He waters from above, 

Offers all His joy and peace, 
Settled comfort, perfect love. 
Everlasting righteousness. 






90 



THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 

All may from Him receive 
A power to turn and live ; 
Grace for every soul is free ; 

All may hear the effectual call : 
All the Light of Life may see ; 
All may feel He died for all. 

Drop down in showers of love, 
Ye heavens from above ! 
Righteousness, ye skies, pour down ! 

Open, earth, and take it in ; 
Claim the Spirit for your own, 
Sinners, and be saved from sin ! 

Father, behold we claim 
The Gift in Jesu's name ! 
Him, the promised Comforter, 

Into all our spirits pour ; 
Let Him fix His mansion here. 
Come, and never leave us more. 




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LET SONGS OF PRAISES FILL THE SKY. 

Thomas Cotterill, 1779-1823; perpetual curate of St. Paul's, Sheffield. He 
published a Selection of Psalms and Hytniis, the chief edition of which, 1S19, con- 
tains this. 

T ET songs of praises fill the sky : 
^-^ Christ, our ascended Lord, 
Sends down His Spirit from on high, 

According to His word : 
All hail the day of Pentecost, 
The coming of the Holy Ghost ! 





THERE WAS A LOWLY UPPER ROOM. 91 

The Spirit, by His heavenly breath, 

New life creates within ; 
He quickens sinners from the death 

Of trespasses and sin : 
All hail the day of Pentecost, 
The coming of the Holy Ghost ! 

The things of Christ the Spirit takes, 

And shows them unto men ; 
The fallen soul His temple makes ; 

God's image stamps again : 
All hail the day of Pentecost, 
The coming of the Holy Ghost ! 

Come, Holy Spirit, from above. 

With Thy celestial fire ; 
Come, and with flames of zeal and love 

Our hearts and tongues inspire ! 
Be this our day of Pentecost, 
The coming of the Holy Ghost ! 




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THERE WAS A LOWLY UPPER ROOM. 



Cecil Frances Alexander, wife of the present Bishop of Derry. From her 
Verses for Holy Seasons, 1S40 (?). 

'T~^HERE was a little lowly upper room 
-^ Within the walls of proud Jerusalem, 
Where met a few poor men in grief and gloom. 
Talking of Him who once had walked with them. 






92 THE STORY OF PENTECOST 

There came a sound as of a rushing wind, 

And filled up all the place where they were met, 

And flaming figures of unwonted kind, 

Like tongues of fire, upon each brow were set. 

That was the Promise of the Father, come 

To them who waited, mourning for their Lord ; 

And the closed lips, that were so dead and dumb. 
Are loosed at once to speak His precious Word. 

Then all the strangers from afar, who came 

From Asian shores, from Europe's fairer strands. 

From Afric's deserts, wondering heard His Name 
In the dear language of their native lands. 

Not now in form distinct of flaming light 

Comes that great Spirit on our earth to dwell, 

But, like the strong wind whispering at night, 
Its mighty impulse is invisible. 

Yet to the lowly and obedient heart 

In gentleness and might its breath shall come. 
Bidding the Christian choose the better part, 

Stirring with thought of his eternal Home. 

O Lord ascended ! from Thy glory's throne, 
On Thy baptized children kneeling lowly, 

Look down in mercy ! we were made Thine own ; 
Give our poor hearts Thy Spirit strong and holy. 







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THE DAY OF PENTECOST. 

Archer Thompson Gurney: born 1820: chaplain in Paris, and author of many 
works, poetical and other. From Lyra Messianica^ 1864. 

^HE Day of Pentecost, 

When down the Holy Spirit came, 
And sat Hke cloven tongues of flame 
On the Apostles' host : 

The Day of Pentecost, 
When first in all His wondrous power 
Himself, as everlasting Dower, 

Bestowed the Holy Ghost : 

The Day of Pentecost, 
When that amazing boon was given 
By which on earth we dwell in Heaven, 

And joy when stricken most : 

The Day of Pentecost, 
When that celestial Grace was won 
By which alone we reach the Son, 

And count His Cross our boast : 

The Day of Pentecost 
Has dawned again our souls to cheer : 
Then bring us all to Jesus near, 

O God the Holy Ghost ! 






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THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 




ONCE THE DEWS OF NIGHT HAVE SHED. 



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Eliza Humphreys. Metrical Collects, 1856. 

^NCE the soft dews of night have shed 
Their influence on earth's fertile bed, 
Since the Pentecostal Light, 
With its fiery glory bright. 
Descended on the souls who with such glad accord 
Waited in faith the promise of their Lord. 

Day of joy, of high remembrance, 
In our souls renew thy fragrance ; 
Thoughts of Thee, O Paraclete ! 
Exalted meditations sweet. 
Be like the holy oil on Aaron's garments poured, 
Like choicest perfume in frail vessels stored. 

With conscious life our souls surround. 
Plead in us with Thy sacred sound ; 
Evermore may we rejoice 
In that still sweet inward voice. 
Calling our souls to God, by every outward sign, 
All earthly things wearing a hue divine. 

Gilding all duties with Thy light. 
Like floating clouds at sunset bright. 
Earthly burdens lose their weight, 
Mourners dwell not desolate. 
Sinners all penitent the coming radiance own, 
The rainbow light divine from Jesu's throne ! 






CHRIST OUR SUN ON US AROSE. 



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Ascended Saviour! great Thy Love, 
Sending the Spirit from above : 
Thou livest, reignest glorious, 
O'er every foe victorious, 
Thou ever good and gracious promise-keeping Lord, 
With Father, Spirit, Trinity adored ! 



CHRIST OUR SUN ON US AROSE. 



Dr. Richard F. Littledale. From The People's Hyi7znal, 1S67. There it 
has an Alleluia after each line. 



/^"^HRIST our Sun on us arose, 
^-^ From His glory fled our foes. 
Christ our Sun from us is gone, 
And our hearts were faint and wan. 
Thirsty yearned we for His Grace, 
Weary watched we for His face. 
While the bare and lonely shrine 
Waited for the Guest divine. 



Joy hath come to earth again ; 
Downward poured the Spirit's rain ; 
And the rushing Wind of might 
Swept away the clouds of night. 
She whom weary years before 
In His Love He hovered o'er. 
Mother, Daughter, Spouse of God, 
Chants anew her song of laud : 






()6 THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 

And the Apostolic choir, 
Glowing with the tongues of fire, 
Clearer now and joyous raise 
Christ their Monarch's endless praise. 
He hath let His Breath go forth 
And renewed the face of earth, 
Bid the brook a river be. 
And the river made a sea. 

From the snows where Scythians toil 
To Cyrene's thirsty soil, 
From the Indian's distant home 
To the gates of mighty Rome, 
Alleluia ! raise the song, 
Raise it high, and raise it long. 
To the Father and the Word 
And the Spirit, God adored. 

Alleluia ! 

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ONE THE DESCENDING FLAME. 

John Keble: 1792-1S66: Vicar of Hursley. Y'coxn Lyra Innocentium, 1846, 
"The promise is unto you and to your children." 

^^NE the descending Flame, 
^^ But many were the tongues of fire ; 
From one bright Heaven they came, 
But here and there in many a spire ; 
In many a living line they sped 
To rest on each anointed head. 
There, as yon stars in clearest deep of night, 
The glory-crowns shone out in many-colored light. 

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ONE THE DESCENDING FLAME. ^"J 

One the dread rushing Wind, 
But many were the tones of praise, 

Love guiding each to find 
His wiiy in Music's awful maze- 
Many the tongues, the theme was one, 
The glory of the Incarnate Son, 
How He was born, how died, how reigns in Heaven, 
And how His Spirit now to His new-born is given. 

Joined in that choral cry 
Were all estates, all tribes of earth : 

Only sweet infancy 
Seemed silent in the adoring mirth. 
Mothers and maiden there behold 
The Maiden Mother : young and old 
On apostolic thrones with joy discern 
Both fresh and faded forms, skilled for all hearts to 
yearn. 

Widows from Galilee, 
Levites are there, and elders sage 

Of high and low degree ; 
But naught we read of that sweet age 
Which in His strong embrace He took. 
And sealed it safe, by word and look, 
From earth's foul dews, and withering airs of hell : 
The Pentecostal chant no infant warblings swell. 

Nay, but she worships here. 
Whom still the Church in memory sees 

(O thought to mothers dear) 
Before her Babe on bended knees, 

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THE STORY OF PENTECOST 




Or rapt, with fond adoring eye, 

In her sweet nursing ministry. — 
How in Christ's anthem fails the children's part, 
While Mary bears Him throned in her maternal 
heart? 

Hear too that shepherd's voice, 
Whom o'er His lambs the Saviour set 

By words of awful choice. 
When on the shore His saints He met. 
Blest Peter shows the key of Heaven, 
And speaks the grace to infants given : 
"Yours is the promise, and your babes', and all. 
Whom from all lands afar the Lord our God shall 
call." 

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WHEN GOD OF OLD CAME DOWN. 

John Keble. From The Ckrisiia?i Year, 1S27. 

"^"I /"HEN God of old came down from Heaven, 

' * In power and wrath He came ; 
Before His feet the clouds were riven, 
Half darkness and half flame : 

Around the trembling mountain's base 

The prostrate people lay : 
A day of wrath, and not of grace ; 

A dim and dreadful day. 






WHEN GOD OF OLD CAME DOWN. 99 

But when He came the second time, 

He came in power and love ; 
Softer than gale at morning prime 

Hovered His holy Dove. 

The fires, that rushed on Sinai down 

In sudden torrents dread, 
Now gently light, a glorious crown, 

On every sainted head. 

Like arrows went those lightnings forth 
Winged with the sinner's doom, 

But these, like tongues, o'er all the earth 
Proclaiming life to come. 

And as on Israel's awe-struck ear 

The voice exceeding loud. 
The trump, that angels quake to hear. 

Thrilled from the deep, dark cloud : 

So, when the Spirit of our God 

Came down His flock to find, 
A voice from Heaven was heard abroad, 

A rushing, mighty wind. 

Nor doth the outward ear alone 

At that high warning start : 
Conscience gives back the appalling tone ,• 

'Tis echoed in the heart. 







lOO 777^ STORY OF PENTECOST. 

It fills the Church of God ; It fills 

The sinful world around ; 
Only in stubborn hearts and wills 

No place for It is found. 

To other strains our souls are set: 

A giddy whirl of sin 
Fills ear and brain, and will not let 

Heaven's harmonies come in. 

Come Lord, come Wisdom, Love, and Power ; 

Open our ears to hear ; 
Let us not miss the accepted hour ; 

Save, Lord, by love or fear. 

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DAY DIVINE! WHEN SUDDEN STREAMING. 



Thomas H. Gill ; a living English layman. This double hymn was written in 
1850, and printed in 1853, and again in his Golden Chain of Praise, i86g. 



"F^AY divine ! when sudden streaming 
^-"^ To the Lord's first lovers came 
Glory new and treasure teeming. 

Mighty gifts and tongues of flame ! 
Day to happy souls commended. 

When the Holy Ghost was given. 
When the Comforter descended. 

And brought down the joy of Heaven ! 






THE SPIRITS BEST GIFTS. lOI 

Lord, to-day Thy people learneth 

No past wonder, no strange tale ; 
Lord, to-day Thy people yearneth 

Here the Holy Ghost to hail ! 
O'er again to write this story 

Oar weak trembling souls aspire : 
Unto us may come the glory, 

Full on us may fall the fire ! 

Hath the Holy Ghost been holden 

By those ancient saints alone? 
Only may the ages olden 

Call the Comforter their own? 
Ah, their portion we inherit. 

Ours the sorrow, ours the sin : 
We beseech the Holy Spirit ; 

We the Comforter would win. 





II. 
THE SPIRIT'S BEST GIFTS. 

'T^7"OULD the Spirit more completely 

^ ' Make abode with saints of old? 
Would the Comforter more sweetly 

Thy first lovers. Lord, enfold? 
Wonders we may not inherit ; 

Signs and tongues we do not crave ; 
Yet we still receive the Spirit, 

Still the Comforter we have. 





I02 THE STORY OF PENTECOST. 

Still are given His gifts most precious ; 

Open lies His richest store : 
We may win His Grace most gracious, 

We His deepest deep explore ! 
Signs most glorious, all excelling. 

Witness brightest we may show ; 
Sure the Holy Ghost is dwelling 

With the souls that holier grow. 

Hope that makes ashamed never, 

Perfect peace that passeth thought, 
Mighty joy that stayeth ever, 

Love divine that changeth not ; 
Such the gifts that still are given, 

Such the glory we may boast : 
Help us, Lord, to this pure Heaven 

Breathe on us the Holy Ghost. 








PART III. 



THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 








And Thou Thy Spirit dost bestow 

To hallow all our life to Thee, 
To pour clear light on all below, 

And give the blinded power to see. 
Thou Comforter from age to age 

Of all the weary, all who weep ; 

Whose peace within us true and deep 
Is earnest of our heritage : 

Hearken, my spirit cries to Thee, 

Spirit of Love, O love Thou me ! 

Philip Frederic Hiller (1699-1769). 

To God the Spirit's Name 

Immortal worship give. 
Whose new-creating power 
Makes the dead sinner live : 
His work completes the great design, 
And fills the soul with joy divine. 

Watts, 1709. 

Wonder-working Spirit ! Thine 

The efficacious Grace we sing : 
Set on us Thy seal divine. 

Safely to Thy kingdom bring : 
Mortify each sinful deed. 

Daily strengthen every grace ; 
Lead us, urge us on with speed, 

And let glory crown the race ! 

John Ryland, 1796. 






/~\ Thou Author of sanctification, Spirit of love and truth, 
^-^ I adore Thee as the Origin of my eternal welfare, I thank 
Thee as the Sovereign Dispenser of the benefits that I receive 
from on high ; and I invoke Thee as the source of the light and 
strength which is necessary to me to know good and to practise 
it. O Spirit of light and strength, enlighten my understanding, 
strengthen my will, purify my heart, rule all the movements 
thereof, and make me docile to all Thy inspirations. Pardon me. 
Spirit of grace and mercy : pardon my continual unfaithfulness, 
and the wretched blindness with which I have so repulsed the 
gentlest, and the most powerful impulses of Thy Grace. I desire 
by the aid of this same Grace to cease from being rebeUious to 
it, and henceforth to follow its movements with such docility, 
that I may taste the fruits and enjoy the blessings which Thy 
sacred gifts produce in the soul. To Thee, with the Father and 
the Son, be all glory forever. Amen. 

/'~^OME, then, O Holy Spirit, come ; come, O come, most 
^"^ merciful Comforter ; come, Thou blessed Paraclete ; come. 
Thou celestial Fire ; come, Thou Purifier of sins. Thou Healer 
of wounds ; come, Thou Upholder of the falling. Thou Lifter-up 
of the fallen ; come. Thou Teacher of the humble. Thou De- 
stroyer of the proud ; come. Thou Friend of the friendless, 
Hope of the hopeless, Consoler of the sorrowful, Haven of the 
weary, Physician of the sick ; come, Thou Glory of the living, 
Only Salvation of the dying ! Come, O most holy, thrice holy. 
Holy Ghost, come, and have pity on me ; anoint and bless 
me ; direct me and defend me ; strengthen me, and comfort me ; 
confirm me, and gladden me ; fit me for Thyself; and having 
made me fit, dwell in me forever ; and grant that my little- 
ness may be acceptable to Thy Greatness, my weakness to 
Thy Strength, according to the multitude of Thy compassion ; 
through Jesus Christ our Saviour, Who with the Father liveth 
and reigneth in Thy Unity for ever and ever. Amen. 







THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 



BUT WHO SHALL COMFORT? 

From The Natne of Jesus, and other Verses, for the Sick and Lowly, 2d edition, 
1862 : Charlotte M. Noel. But part of the poem is given here : the first three 
verses are omitted, and the last six appear elsewhere in this volume. It has this 
heading, i Cor. xii. 3 : " No man can say that Jesus is the Lord but by the Holy 
Ghost." 

" T^UT who shall comfort now that He is gone, 
^-^ And keep in our remembrance what He 
taught? 
Moulding our acts as He would have them done, 
Cleansing the springs of action and of thought?" 

Ten days past on before the answer came, 
Ten slow expectant days of ceaseless prayer ; 

Then a swift rushing wind and tongues of flame 
The Presence of an unseen Power declare. 

He Who of old within the triple Life 

Of the Eternal Godhead moved and wrought, 

And from Earth's darkness and chaotic strife 
A world of perfect good and order brought ; 

He Who by perfect fellowship abode 

In the Humanity of God's own Son, 
From thence descends mysteriously endowed 

With power to help and heal us one by one. 





V 




Io8 THE FRUITS OF THE SPHHT. 

He is the Spirit of the Son indeed, 

Co-equal in humility and Love, 
In that strong patience that can mourn and bleed, 

But never from the soul it loves remove. 

For eighteen hundred years has He remained 
Quickening, transforming, working as He will ; 

Quenched, scorned, forgotten, limited, and pained, 
He in His meekness lingers with us still. 

All growth in wisdom, all pure Love's increase, 
All noble daring and endurance meek. 

All battles for the Truth, all sighs for Peace, 
The Presence of the Comforter bespeak. 

We seem divided, scattered, and alone. 

With sounds of strife the tranquil Heavens ring : 

Meanwhile He binds us all and every one 
In bonds of growing union to our King. 

We pray for holiness, then deeply sin ; 

Now we presume, then angrily despair; 
He bears our wilfulness, He pleads within 

Unuttered moans that never thrill the air. 

His Breath too stirs all prayer that doth rejoice 
To rise like incense to the Central Sun ; 

All praise is the intoning of His Voice, 

Swelling from whispers in the heart begun. 






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JEHOVAH, LET ME NOW ADORE THEE. 109 



DIR, DIR, JEHOVAH, WILL ICH SINGEN. 

Bartholomew Crasselius, 1677-1724: a pupil of Franke, afterwards pastor at 
Nidden and Dusseldorf. He wrote but nine hymns. The date of this is 1697. Trans- 
lation by Catharine Winkworth, Chorale Book, 1862. 

TEHOVAH, let me now adore Thee, 

For where is there a God such, Lord, as Thou? 
With songs I fain would come before Thee ; 
O let Thy Spirit deign to teach me now 
To praise Thee in His Name, through Whom alone 
Our songs can please Thee, through Thy blessed 
Son. 

Yes, draw me to the Son, O Father, 
That so the Son may draw me up to Thee. 

Let every power within me gather, 
To own Thy sway, O Spirit ; rule in me. 
That so the peace of God may in me dwell, 
And I may sing for joy and praise Thee well. 

Grant me Thy Spirit : then my praises 
Will sound aright, no jarring tone or word : . 

Sweet are the songs the heart then raises, 
Then I can pray in truth and spirit. Lord : 
Thy Spirit bears mine up on eagle's wing. 
To join the psalms the heavenly choirs now sing. 

For He can plead for me with sighings 
That are unutterable to lips like mine ; 

He bids me pray with earnest cryings, 
Bears witness with my soul that I am Thine, 







no THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 

Co-heir with Christ, and thus may dare to say, 
O Abba Father, hear me when I pray. 

When thus Thy Spirit in me burneth. 
And makes this cry to break from out my heart, 

Thy heart, O Father, toward me yearneth, 
And longs all precious blessings to impart ; 
Thy ready Love rejoiceth to fulfil 
The prayer breathed out according to Thy will. 

And what Thy Spirit thus hath taught me 
To seek from Thee, must needs be such a prayer 

As Thou wilt grant, through Him who bought me 
And raised me up to be Thy child and heir : 
In Jesu's name fearless I seek Thy face. 
And take from Thee, my Father, grace for grace. 

joy ! our hope and trust are founded 
On His sure Word and witness in the heart: 

1 know Thy mercies are unbounded, 
And all good gifts Thou freely wilt impart. 
Nay, more is lavished by Thy bounteous Hand 
Than we can, ask or seek or understand. 

joy ! in His Name we draw near Thee, 
Who ever pleadeth for the sons of men : 

1 ask in faith, and Thou wilt hear me. 
In Him Thy promises are all Amen. 

O joy for me ! and praise be ever Thine, 
Whose wondrous Love has made such blessings 
mine ! 







HIS HOLY SPIRIT DWELLETH. Ill 



HIS HOLY SPIRIT DWELLETH. 



Paul Gerhardt, 1606-1676 : part of a hymn of fifteen verses [1st Gottfur mich, 
so trete). Translation by Richard Massie, 1856. These verses are the 7th, 8th, and 
gth of Gerhardt, and the 4th, 5th, and 6th of Massie's version. 



'IS Holy Spirit dwelleth 
Within my willing heart, 
Tames it when it rebelleth, 

And soothes the keenest smart. 
He crowns His work with blessing, 

And helpeth me to cry 
"My Father ! " without ceasing 
To Him who dwells on high. 

And when my soul is lying 

Weak, trembling, and opprest, 
He pleads with groans and sighing 

That cannot be exprest ; 
But God's quick eye discerns them. 

Although they give no sound, 
And into language turns them. 

Even in the heart's deep ground. 

To mine His Spirit speaketh 

Sweet words of soothing power, 
How God to him that seeketh 

For rest, hath rest in store. 
There God Himself prepareth 

My heritage and lot. 
And though my body weareth. 

My heaven shall fail me not. 







112 THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 



WACH AUF, DU GEIST DER ERSTEN ZEUGEN. 

Charles Henry von Bogatzky, 1690-1774: author of 411 hymns, and of the 
famous Golden Treasury. This one, which has in the original fourteen verses, was 
published in 1749, with the title, "A Prayer to the Lord to send faithful laborers into 
His harvest, that His Word may be spread all over the world." " It was composed," 
says the author, "at a time when the Lord especially stirred him up to pray for the 
extension of His kingdom through faithful laborers." It is " much sung at missionary 
meetings in Germany." Translated by Miss Winkworth, 1S55. 

\ WAKE, Thou Spirit, who of old 
-^ Didst fire the watchmen of the Church's youth, 
Who faced the foe, unshrinking, bold. 
Who witnessed day and night the eternal Truth, 
Whose voices through the world are ringing still, 
And bringing hosts to know and do Thy Will ! 

O that Thy fire were kindled soon, 
That swift from land to land its flame might leap ! 

Lord, give us but this priceless boon 
Of faithful servants, fit for Thee to reap 
The harvest of the soul : look down and view 
How great the harvest, yet the laborers few. 

Lord, let our earnest pra3^er be heard, 
The prayer Thy Son Himself hath bid us pray ; 

For lo ! Thy children's hearts are stirred 
In every land in this our darkening day, 
To cry for help with fervent soul to Thee ; 
O hear us. Lord, and speak, Thus let it be ! 

O haste to help ere we are lost ! 
Send forth evangelists, in spirit strong, 

Armed with Thy Word, a dauntless host, 
Bold to attack the rule of ancient wrong ; 







AWAKE, THOU SPIRIT. II3 

And let them all the earth for Thee reclaim, 
To be Thy kingdom, and to know Thy Name. 

Would there were help within our walls ! 
O let Thy promised Spirit come again, 

Before whom every barrier falls, 
And ere the night once more shine forth as then ! 
O rend the heavens and make Thy presence felt ! 
Tlie chains that bind us at Thy touch would melt. 

And let Thy Word have speedy course, 
Through every land the Truth be glorified, 

Till all the heathen know its force. 
And gather to Thy churches far and wide. 
And waken Israel from her sleep, O Lord ! 
Thus bless and spread the conquests of Thy Word ! 

The Church's desert paths restore. 
That stumbling blocks which long in them have 
lain 

May hinder now Thy Word no more ; 
Destroy false doctrine, root out notions vain : 
Set free from hirelings, let the Church and school 
Bloom as a garden 'neath Thy prospering rule. 







TT4 THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 



DEAR DOVE, THY PRISONER MAY I BE ! 



Faithful Teate. Ter Tria, or the Doctrine of the Three Sacred Persons, 
Father, S on ^ and Spirit ; 1669.' I take this through the great Moravian Collection 
of 1754. Rude as the verses are, they contain ideas enough to furnish a dozen, 
modern hymns. 



T~^EAR Dove, Thy prisoner may I be I 
^^ Bondage is like to be my state, 
If to myself Thou leav'st me free : 
He's free, whom Thou dost captivate. 

With the Lord's Spirit is liberty : 
No man can sa}^, Jesus the Lord, 

But by the Spirit, or can cry 

Abba, till Thou teach him that word. 

I long had been a stammerer. 

Could not pronounce the Shibboleth 

That might my prayer to God endear, 

Till the free Spirit gave speech and breath. 

I was in suit, nor could make good 
My title : but said this free Spirit, 

"Soul, take this seal, the seal of blood; 
I'm Witness that thou shalt inherit." 

Ere now I read, but what was next 

I always stupidly forgot : 
I found a riddle in each text ; 

But this good Spirit loosed the knot. 








DEAR DOVE, THY PRISONER MAY I BE I II5 

Surely this Spirit of spirits framed 
That Book of books, my Bible dear; 

A thing that all things can be named ; 
Food, physic, pleasure, wealth are here. 

A Book that makes the simple wise ; 

A Book that proves the wisest fools ; 
A Book that helps the reader's eyes ; 

A Book that baffles all the schools. 

It told my story ere I was ; 

It tells me also what shall be 
When I'm no more ; what doom shall pass 

On persons, churches, states, and me. 

My barren ground oft called for rain, 

Gasping to Heaven for a flood ; 
This Spirit but flowed in amain, 

And I was filled with all that's good. 

He in mine heart doth shed abroad 
God's dear and never-dying Love ; 

Yet scarce a day, but His sharp rod 
Doth me in faithfulness reprove. 

This tender Spirit who would grieve? 

If I my Comforter make sad, 
Who only can sad hearts relieve, 

Alas, my God, who'll make me glad? 






ii6 



THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 




"Man, follow thy own native light,'' 

Say some, "And thou shalt perfect be ! " 

Perfect, indeed, like noon of night ! 
Lord, in Thy Spirit's Light lead me. 



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A SONG OF PRAISE FOR JOY IN THE 
HOLY GHOST. 



John Mason : died 1694 : rector of Water- Stratford, Bucks, and one of the most 
delightful of our early poets, remarkable for intense devotion and an agreeable antique 
simplicity of style. His 33 Songs of Praise, with a few others, appeared 16S3, passed 
through several editions, were then forgotten, revived within the last half-century, and 
reprinted by Mr. Daniel Sedgwick, the London hymnologist, in 1859. 



Y soul doth magnify the Lord, 
My spirit doth rejoice 
In God, my Saviour and my God ; 

I hear His joyful voice. 
I need not go abroad for joy, 
Who have a feast at home ; 
My sighs are turned into songs ; 
The Comforter is come. 



Down from above the blessed Dove 

Is come into my breast, 
To witness God's eternal Love ; 

This is my heavenly Feast. 
This makes me Abba, Father', cry 

With confidence of soul ; 
It makes me cry. My Lord, viy God, 

And that without control. 






PRAISE FOR JOY IN THE HOLY GHOST. 1 17 

There is a Stream which issues forth 

From God's eternal throne 
And from the Lamb ; a living Stream, 

Clear as the crj^stal stone. 
The Stream doth water Paradise, 

It makes the angels sing : 
One cordial drop revives my heart; 

Hence all my joys do spring. 

Such joys as are unspeakable. 

And full of glory too ; 
Such hidden manna, hidden pearls, 

As worldlings do not know. 
Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard. 

From fancy 'tis concealed, 
What Thou, Lord, hast laid up for Thine, 

And hast to me revealed. 

I see Thy face, I hear Thy voice, 

I taste Thy sweetest Love : 
My soul doth leap : but O for wings. 

The wings of Noah's dove ! 
Then should I flee far hence away. 

Leaving this world of sin : 
Then should my Lord put forth His Hand, 

And kindly take me in. 

Then should my soul with angels feast 

On joys that always last : 
Blest be my God, the God of joy, 

That gives me here a taste. 







Il8 THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 




THE LOVE OF THE SPIRIT I SING. 
Romans xv. 30. 



John Ryland, D.D., 1753-1825: a distinguished Baptist minister, and author 
of 99 hymns. This was written in 1796. 



'' I ^HE Love of the Spirit I sing, 

■^ By whom is redemption applied ; 
Who sinners to Jesus can bring, 

And make them His mystical bride. 

'Tis He circumcises their hearts. 
Their callousness kindly removes, 

Light, life, and affection imparts 
To those that so freely He loves. 

He opens the eyes of the blind. 
The beauties of Jesus to view ; 

He changes the bent of the mind. 
The glory of God to pursue. 

The stubbornest will He can bow, 
The foes that dwell in us restrain ; 

And none can be trodden so low, 
But He can revive them again. 

His blest renovation begun, 

He dwells in the hearts of His saints 
Abandons His temple to none. 

Nor e'er of His calling repents. 






THE SPIRIT IN THE HEART. II9 

Imprest with the image divine, 

The souls to redemption He seals ; 

And each with the Saviour shall shine, 
With glory complete He reveals. 

How constant Thy Love I believe, 
Which steadfast endures to the end : 

Then never, my soul, may I grieve 
So loving, so holy a Friend. 

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THE INFLUENCE OF THE SPIRIT OF GOD 
IN THE HEART. 

John xiv. 16, 17. 

Anne Steele, 1716-1778: daughter of a Baptist minister at Broughton, in 
Hampshire, and an invalid throughout life. She was a thoroughly devout and excel- 
lent woman, and after a mild fashion a graceful and pleasing poetess: many of her 
hymns are still popular. They, with some other verses and a few prose essays, 
appeared under the signature of " Theodosia" in 1760, and were reprinted in three 
volumes, Bristol, 1780; in two volumes, Boston, iSoS; and in one by Mr. Sedgwick, 
1S63. 

TAEAR Lord, and shall Thy Spirit rest 
^-^ In such a wretched heart as mine? 

Unworthy dwelling ! glorious Guest ! 
Favor astonishing, divine ! 

When sin prevails and gloomy fear, 
And hope almost expires in night, 

Lord, can Thy Spirit then be here. 

Great Spring of comfort, life, and light? 







I20 THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 

Sure the blest Comforter is nigh, 
'Tis He sustains my fainting lieart ; 

Else would my hopes for ever die, 
And every cheering ray depart. 

When some kind promise glads my soul. 
Do I not find His healing voice 

The tempest of m}'- fears control. 

And bid my drooping powers rejoice? 

Whene'er to call the Saviour mine 
With ardent wish my heart aspires. 

Can it be less than Power divine 

Which animates these strong desires? 

What less than Thy almighty word 

Can raise my heart from earth and dust. 

And bid me cleave to Thee, my Lord, 
My Life, my Treasure, and my Trust? 

And when my cheerful hope can say, 
" I love my God and taste His Grace," 

Lord, is it not Thy blissful ray 

Which brings this dawn of sacred peace? 

Let Thy kind Spirit in my heart 
For ever dwell, O God of Love ; 

And light and heavenly peace impart, 
Sweet earnest of the joys above. 






THE SPIRIT GRIEVED. 



121 




TAKE NOT THY HOLY SPIRIT FROM ME. 
Psalm li. ii. 

John Fawcett, D.D.j 1739-1817: a Baptist minister at Wainsgate, and author 
of 166 hymns, which appeared 1782, and again in 1S17. Some of them have been 
popular. He was a good man and a laborious pastor. 



'TPHE God of grace will never leave 

Or cast away His own ; 
Yet when we do His Spirit grieve, 
His comforts are withdrawn. 

If we His sacred motions slifrht 

Or disobey His \oice, 
He will suspend His cheering light 

And soul-transporting joys. 

When pride and self begin to swell, 

The Comforter departs : 
The high and lofty One will dwell 

In humble broken hearts. 

When noisy war and strife abound 
We grieve the peaceful Dove ; 

His gracious influence is found 
In paths of truth and love. 

If we indulge some darling sin 

Or disregard His laws, 
His succor and support divine 

The heavenly Guest withdraws. 






122 



THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 

And then, alas ! how cold and dead 

Will our devotions be ! 
But, Lord, ovir spirits ever dread 

To be forsook by Thee. 

O leave us not to sin a prey, 
Nor yet to Satan's wiles ; 

But guide us in Thy heavenly way 
And cheer us with Thy smiles. 




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LEADINGS OF THE SPIRIT. 



Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795: Baptist minister at Bourton, Gloucestershire, 
for 52 years. His hymns were pubHshed, long after his death, by Robert Hall, in 
1818. This is the origin of Hymn 210, in the Prayer-Book Collection. 



'' I ^HAT we might walk with God 
He forms our hearts anew ; 
Takes us, like Ephraim, by the hand. 
And teaches us to go. 

He by His Spirit leads 

In paths before unknown ; 
The work to be performed is ours. 
The strength is all His own. 

Assisted by His Grace 
We still pursue our way, 
And hope at last to reach the prize, 
Secure in endless day. 






AWAY WITH OUR FEARS/ 1 23 

'Tis He that works to will, 
'Tis He that works to do : 
His is the power by which we act, 
His be the glory too. 

oojag^cxi 





AWAY WITH OUR FEARS! 

Charles Wesley: {xoxa.\as Hytmis for Whit-Sunday^ 1746. 

TV WAY with our fears, 

■^ ^ Our troubles and tears ! 

The Spirit is come, 
The Witness of Jesus returned to His Home : 

The pledge of our Lord, 

To His Heaven restored, 

Is sent from the sky, 
And tells us our Head is exalted on high. 

Our Advocate there 

By His Blood and His Prayer 

The Gift hath obtained. 
For us He hath prayed, and the Comforter gained 

Our glorified Head 

His Spirit hath shed. 

With His people to stay. 
And never again will He take Him away. 

Our heavenly Guide 
With us shall abide ; 
His comfort impart, 
And set up His kingdom of love in the heart : 





124 THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 

The heart that believes 
His kingdom receives, 
His power and His peace, 
His life, and His joy's everlasting increase. 

The Presence divine 

Doth inw^ardly shine, 

The Shechinah rests 
On all our assemblies, and glows in our breasts. 

By day and by night 

The pillar of light 

Our steps shall attend. 
And convoy us safe to our prosperous end. 

Then let us rejoice 

In heart and in voice, 

Our Leader pursue^ 
And shout as we travel the wilderness through ; 

With the Spirit remove 

To Sion above. 

Triumphant arise, 
And walk in our God, till we fly to the skies. 




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SINNERS, LIFT UP YOUR HEARTS. 



Charles Wesley: from the same tract. 

OINNERS, lift up your hearts, 
^^ The Promise to receive ; 
Jesus Himself imparts, 
He comes in man to live : 






SINNERS, LIFT UP YOUR HEARTS. 1 25 

The Holy Ghost to man is given ; 
Rejoice in God sent down from Heaven. 

Jesus is glorified, 

And gives the Comforter, 
His Spirit, to reside 

In all His members here : 
The Holy Ghost to man is given ; 
Rejoice in God sent down from Heaven. 

To make an end of sin, 

And Satan's works destroy. 
He brings His kingdom in, 
Peace, righteousness, and joy : 
The Holy Ghost to man is given ; 
Rejoice in God sent down from Heaven. 

The cleansing Blood to apply, 
The heavenly Life display, 
And wholly sanctify 

And seal us to that Day, 
The Holy Ghost to man is given ; 
Rejoice in God sent down from Heaven. 

Sent down to make us meet 
To see His glorious face, 
And grant us each a seat 
In that thrice happy place. 
The Holy Ghost to man is given ; 
Rejoice in God sent down from Heaven. 







126 THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT 

From Heaven He shall once more 

Triumphantly descend, 
And all His saints restore 
To joys that never end : 
Then, then, when all our joys are given, 
Rt!Joice in God, rejoice in Heaven. 

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WHITHER SHALL A CREATURE RUN? 
Psalm cxxxix. 7-12. 

Charles Wesley: from his Hyvins on the Trinity, 1767. Perhaps this splendid 
paraphrase does not strictly belong here : but being little known, I am unwilling to 
omit it. It is one of the finest samples of this author's objective writing ; a style in 
which, though he seldom exercised it, he was as much a master as in the delineation 
of "frames and feelings." 

"^T 7'HITHER shall a creature run, 

' ' From Jehovah's Spirit fly? 
How Jehovah's presence shun. 

Screened from His all-seeing eye? 
Holy Ghost, before Thy face 

Where shall I myself conceal? 
Thou art God in every place, 

God incomprehensible. 

If to Heaven I take my flight. 

With beatitude unknown 
Filling all the realms of light, 

There Thou sittest on Thy throne ! 
If to Hell I could retire, 

Gloomy pit of endless pains, 
There is the consuming fire, 

There almighty Vengeance reigns. 






DRINK DEEP OF THE SPIRIT. 

If the morning's wings I gain, 

Fly to earth's remotest bound, 
Could I hid from Thee remain, 

In a world of waters drowned ? 
Leaving lands and seas behind. 

Could I the Omniscient leave? 
There Thy quicker hand would find, 

There arrest, Thy fugitive. 

Covered by the darkest shade. 

Should I hope to lurk unknown, 
By a sudden light bewrayed. 

By an uncreated Sun, 
Naked at the noon of night 

Should I not to Thee appear? 
Forced to acknowledge in Thy sight, 

God is Light, and God is here ! 



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BE FILLED WITH THE SPIRIT. 

John Barclay, 1734-1798, was the founder of a Scotch sect known as Bereans 
or Barclayans. He pubHshed various theological and poetical works, the latter in 
1767 and 1776. None of his hymns have come into use, but they are distinguished by 
great vigor of style and the occasional presence of striking and sometimes just ideas. 
Barclay seems to have been an able, honest, and somewhat eccentric man. He had 
a way of adapting his "Spiritual Songs" to popular Scottish melodies, and secular- 
izing as far as might be the treatment of sacred themes. 

T~^RINK deep of the Spirit, and thou shalt be filled, 
^-^^ Be filled with the sweetest enjoyment : 
Attend to the Spirit, and thou shalt be skilled, 
Be skilled in the best of employment. 






128 THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 

Be led of the Spirit, and thou shalt rejoice, 

Rejoice in the happiest ending : 
The Spirit will lead thee to heavenly joys ; 

To Heaven O then be thou bending. 

Give ear to the Spirit ; He'll perfectly teach, 

He'll teach you celestial lessons : 
He'll build up your walls, yea, and heal every 
breach, 

Adorning you round with His blessings. 
Be friends with the Spirit, and laugh at your foes ; 

With Him you may boldly defy them : 
He'll guard you from every temptation that blows, 

And give you the power to deny them. 

Revere thou the Spirit, who dwells in thy breast ; 

Revere Him in humble submission : 
Wherever He dwelleth a welcomed Guest, 

He giveth a sealed remission. 
Exult in the Spirit, exult evermore. 

Exult in His high consolations ; 
In raptures of gladness before Him adore, 
, Triumphing o'er all tribulations. 

Amen to the Spirit in all that He says ; 

Amen, and Amen to His doing ! 
Amen to the Spirit in all of His ways ! 

The Spirit preserves me from ruin. 
I'm filled with the Spirit, and led by the hand, 

In all of my workings directed : 
The Spirit, He gives me the word of command, 

In all my behavior respected. 







O LOVE YE THE SPIRIT. 1 29 

I'm taught of the Spirit, and built like a wall 

By Him the infallible Teacher : 
I laugh now at Satan and stratagems all, 

Since the Spirit alone was my Preacher.^ 
The Spirit, He loves me, and gives me His joys, 

My spirit to Him being subject : 
He defendeth His darlings ; their foes He destroys ; 

My foes of His wrath are the object. 

My spirit is turned as wax to the seal 

Beneath His sweet holy impression : 
I cannot express what already I feel ; 

Yet Heaven remains in reversion. 
Begone, idle toyings, begone ye from me I 

I am otherwise fully employed ; 
Possest of the Spirit : the Spirit is He, 

With a rival who can't be enjoyed.^ 




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THE INDWELLING SPIRIT. 

John Barclay: 1767 or 1776. 

^~\ LOVE ye the Spirit indwelling ; 
^^ In humble submission adore ; 
No passion, no motion, rebelling. 

From henceforth. Amen, evermore. 
He floweth with tender compassion, 

Demanding reciprocal fires ; 

* I John iv. 6. 

* He refers to Montrose's famous song : 

" As Alexander I will reign, and I will reign alone : 
My thoughts did evermore disdain a rival on my throne." 

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130 THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 

To purpose of love let Him fashion 
Your spirit with all your desires. 

Beholding the moving example 

Of Jesus who died in your stead, 
Your body, becoming His temple, 

Keep holy for Jesus your Head. 
If the flesh should advise you to sinning, 

The Spirit well knoweth the plot. 
Your doing, with all your designing. 

Remarking the time and the spot. 

Beware then of grieving the Spirit 

With curst Babylonian stu^: 
Fly, fly ye before ye come near it, 

Lest He blow ye away with a pufF. 
Thus Achan received damnation 

For the coveted garment and gold : 
Rejecting both God and salvation-, 

Who resisteth the Spirit is bold. 

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THE SPIRIT IN THE WORD. 
Rev. xxii. 17. 

Thomas Gibbons, D.D., 1720-17S5: an eminent Independent minister in 
London: author of various works, including two volumes of Hymns, 1769 and 1784. 
In the former is found this piece, headed " The Sinner's Welcome to the Waters of 
Life," which may have suggested the popular and more recent lyric of Bishop Onder- 
donk, given below. 

'T^HE Spirit in the Word 

And in His motions cries, 
"Come to the Fountain-Head of Life, 
And come for large supplies." 






THE SPIRIT'S WHISPER. 131 

The Bride, the Church on Earth, 
And Church in Heaven combine 
To bid unworth}'' sinners come 
And drink the joys divine. 

Let him that hears the call 
Spring from his long delay, 
And charge his soul to run, to fly, 
And seize the bliss to-day. 

Let him who feels his thirst. 
Nor can endure its rage, 
Come to Salvation's copious springs - 
And all his pains assuage. 

And whosoever will 
Is welcome to receive 
The streams of everlasting Life 
That Heaven will freely give. 

Jesus, is this Thy voice? 
We bless the gracious call. 
And fly with joyful haste to Thee, 
Our Saviour and our all. 

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THE SPIRIT'S WHISPER. 

Henry Ustic Onderdonk, D.D., rector of St. Ann's, Brooklyn, afterwards 
(1827) Bishop of Pennsylvania. It appeared in the Prayer-Book Collection, 1826. 

'HPHE Spirit, in our hearts, 
-*- Is whispering, " Sinner, come : " 
The Bride, the Church of Christ, proclaims 
To all His children, " Come ! " 






132 THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 

Let him that heareth say 
To all about him, " Come ! " 
Let him that thirsts for righteousness, 
To Christ, the Fountain, come ! 

Yes, whosoever will, 
O let him freely come. 
And freely drink the stream of Life : 
'Tis Jesus bids him come. 

Lo ! Jesus, who invites, 

Declares, " I quickly come ; " 
Lord, even so ! I wait Thy hour ; 
Jesus, my Saviour, come ! 

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"THE LETTER KILLETH, BUT THE SPIRIT 
GIVETH LIFE." 

2 CoR. iii. 6. 

S. B. Haslam, "minister of Zion Chapel, Waterloo Road, London; " from his 
Divine Aspirations : a Co7npilation of Spiritual Hymns upoti the Glorio7is Doc- 
trines, Experience, and Practice of True Religio7i, 1824: a curious book, contain- 
ing many originals. This has eleven verses : we take the first tv^o and the last four. 

13LEST be the God who men inspired 
-^ To speak and write Heaven's laws abroad ! 
But not the threatening nor reward 
Can drive or draw one soul to God. 

Blest be the Lord who precept gives, 

Instructing how to do His Will ! 
Yet none by letter-precept lives. 

But dead to God remaineth still. 






''GRIEVE NOT THE SPIRIT." 



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'Tis not on signs God's saints are fed ; 

'Tis substance they must live upon : 
That sacred, mystic "Flesh and Blood" — 

The living Spirit of God's Son. 

Nor prophets' word nor prophets' pen 

Can move, or vital spirit give ; 
The living God who moved the men 

Must live in us, and then we live. 

But so the sacred Scripture tells — 

Then cease, vain struggling, cease thy strife 

That even inspired letter kills : 
'Tis the Inspirer giveth Life. 

Then, O Thou vital Spirit, give 

The Life Divine to live upon ; 
Or rather in the Life to live. 

And by it live upon the Son. 



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"GRIEVE NOT THE SPIRIT." 



S. B. Haslam, 1833 : from the second edition of his collection. 

T WOULD not grieve my dearest Lord 
In action, feeling, thought, or word; 

But I would live to prove 
The fulness of redeeming Grace, 
The heights of perfect righteousness, 

The depths of humble love. 






134 THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 

Thy heavenly Spirit, Lord, impart, 
Through all my head, through all my heart, 

That I may think and feel 
Far, far above earth's narrow bounds, 
Its sordid movements, giddy rounds, 

And breathe celestial weal. 

Essential, pure, eternal Life ! 
Thou art the death of mortal strife, 

The end of death and sin : 
Now let Thy blest salvation flow 
To every friend, to every foe. 

And full salvation rei^n ! 




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"THE LOVE OF THE SPIRIT." 

ROM. XV. 30. 

Rippon's Selection^ tenth edition, iSoo: altered from Benjamin Beddome. 

T ORD, 'twas a time of wondrous Love 
^-^ When Thou didst first draw near my soul, 
And by Thy Spirit from above 
My raging passions didst control. 

Guilty and self-condemned I stood, 
Nor dreamt of Life and bliss so near ; 

But He my evil heart renewed. 
And all His graces planted there. 






AS BLOWS THE WIND. 1 35 

He will complete the work begun, 
By leading me in all His ways : 

To God the Father, God the Son, 
And God the Spirit, equal praise. 

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"THE WIND BLOWETH WHERE IT LISTETH." 

John iii. 8. 

Ingram Cobbin, 1777-1S51 : known by his Commentaries, &c. The date of this 
is probably 1S20 or 1S2S : I find it in later Collections. 

\ S blows the wind, and in its flight 

Escapes the glance of keenest sight; 
So are the wonder-working ways 
Of God's regenerating Grace. 

As nothing can its power withstand 
But Him who holds it in His hand, 
So are the soul's corruptions slain 
When once that soul is born again. 

As o'er our frames we feel the gale 
Gently or mightily prevail, 
So some are softly drawn to heaven, 
And others as by tempests driven. 

And as the herbs, the flowers, the trees, 
Are seen to bend beneath the breeze. 
So visible the change we view 
When Grace doth thus the heart renew. 






136 THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 

Come, Holy Spirit, and impart 

Thy secret virtue to each heart ; 

And let this be the happy hour 

To show Thy mighty quickening power. 




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THE SOVEREIGN SPIRIT. 



Christopher Wordsworth, D.D., Bishop of Lincoln: from The Holy Year, 
1862. It is there set for Tuesday in Whitsun Week. 



"l^rOT bound by chains, nor pent in cells 

^ Of person or of place. 
But like the air untrammelled, blow 

The breezes of Thy Grace. 

Not only Moses in the cloud 

With heavenly flame is fired ; 
Eldad and Medad in the camp 

Are, Lord, by Thee inspired. 

A Balaam and a Caiaphas 

May prophesy of Thee ; 
Saul also may, though David's foe, 

Among the prophets be. 

Not prophecy, nor tongues, nor faith 
That mountains could remove. 

Will profit him who has those gifts, 
Without the grace of love. 






THE SOVEREIGN SPIRIT. 1 37 

As beacons fade, though some may live 

Saved by their guiding ray, 
So he who does to others preach 

May be a castaway. 

The Spirit is not tied to means, 

But sovereign is and free ; 
But when Thou hast prescribed the means. 

Tied to those means are we. 

No Abanas nor Pharpars, Lord, 

To Jordan we prefer ; 
But in Thy ordered means of Grace 

We seek the Comforter. 

We love these means, for they are Thine, 

Which heavenly life impart ; 
They channels are, through which it flows; 

But Thou the Fountain art. 

The vessel of our thirsting hearts 

To Thee in them we bring ; 
O grant us, Lord, in Heaven to drink 

Of Thine eternal Spring. 

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

One God and Persons Three, 
For gifts of Grace, and hopes of bliss, 

All praise and glory be. 







138 THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 




THOU WHO FRAMEDST THIS GOODLY WORLD. 

Psalm xxxiii. , 



John Henry Alexander, born 181 2, at Annapolis, Md., died 1866, has pub- 
lished several scientific works, and a volume of Introits, or Ante-Com7nunion 
Psalms; Philadelphia, 1844. From this are taken the three following. 



" I ^HOU who framedst this goodly world 
-^ Thou whose Sph-it erst did move 
O'er the treasures of the deep ; 
Now when again, as once, unfurled 
Glows the banner of Thy Love, 
Help us in Thy host to keep ! 

Thou hast fashioned every heart ; 
Thou canst fathom each device 
Of our idol-building here, 
That rests, with but short-sighted art, 
On proud human power and price 
When the time of dearth is near. 

If, for all our high desire. 

Lingering cowards in Thy camp. 
We should look to such as these ; 
Once more O let Thy tongues of fire, 
Whose strong flame earth cannot damp, 
On our recreant terrors seize : 

And again from Heaven look down 
On the chamber of our hearts. 






O GOD, WHEN WILT THOU COME? 139 



(Where a few frail hopes yet wait 
For Thee Thy Pentecost to crown) 
Each to mould, in varied parts^ 
Till Thy counsel sure is met ! 




O GOD, WHEN WILT THOU COME? 
Psalm ci. 



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GOD, when wilt Thou come? 
Lighting our life and home 
And wilful hearts with Thy plain, near command ; 
Showing the open door 
Seen but in types before, 
Whereat, revealed and gracious, Christ doth stand. 

Thou hast the answer made, 

What time Thy Spirit said. 
No wicked thing Thine helping hand should claim : 

No heavenly dews should bless 

Sins of unfaithfulness ; 
No angel write on high the slanderer's name. 

Nor is that answer lost 

Since the bright Pentecost 
When Thou, O Spirit, cam'st down visibly : 

Biit all life-fruits below 

Must richer, riper grow, 
Warmed by a ray more genial, pure, and high. 







140 THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT 

And all the love and faith 

That blossomed in the path 
Of olden saints, more need be in our part; 

Till here, one day, we bring 

Best, hardest offering, 
The walking in our house with perfect heart. 




BE JOYFUL IN THE LORD, YE LANDS! 
Psalm c. 

"OE joyful in the Lord, ye lands ! 
^^ Serve Him with gladness and with song 
No more sad rites, or hard commands, 
His statutes or your worship throng : 

No difficult or distant shrine 

A weary pilgrimage compels ; 

O'er the whole earth His altars shine ; 

Your hearts are courts wherein He dwells. 

He calls you, wanderers, to His fold 
With sweetest voice, by strongest spell ; 
'Twas His your earthly frames to mould ; 
His Spirit comes with yours to dwell. 

And we would give Thee welcome. Lord ! 
O Holy Ghost, our hearts renew. 
Till we have learned and proved this word — 
God ever gracious is, and true. 





WHIT-SUNDA Y. I41 



WHIT-SUNDAY. 



Harriet Auber, 1773-1S62, of Hoddesdon, Herts: author of The Spirit of ike 
Psalms, 1829, an important work, which must not be confounded with Lyte's produc- 
tion bearing the same title, 1S34. ■'^n account of Miss Auber may be found in Josiah 
Miller's Singers and Songs of the Church, i86g. 



/^UR blest Redeemer, ere He breathed 
^~"^ His tender, last farewell, 
A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed 
With us to dwell. 

He came in semblance of a dove, 

With sheltering wings outspread. 
The holy balm of peace and love 
On earth to shed. 

He came in tongues of living flame, 

To teach, convince, subdue ; 
All-powerful as the wind He came, 
As viewless too. 

He came sweet influence to impart, 

A gracious, willing Guest, 
While He can find one humble heart 
Wherein to rest. 

And His that gentle voice we hear, 

Soft as the breath of even. 
That checks each fault, that calms each fear, 
And speaks of Heaven. 



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142 THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 

And every virtue we possess, 

And ever}^ victory won, 
And every thought of holiness, 
Are His alone. 

Spirit of Purity and Grace, 

Our weakness pitying see ; 
O make our hearts Thy dwelling-place, 
And worthier Thee. 




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. "WHOSE HEART THE LORD OPENED." 
Acts xvi. 14. 

Mrs. Thomas Crewdson, 1S09-1863, of Manchester, born Jane Fox: author of 
several volumes of poetry, written during a long illness. From The Little While, and 
other Poems, 1864. 

"^T 7"E cannot see the wondrous Hand 

^ * That makes the budding flower expand : 
One sunbeam's kiss, one dewdrop's fall, 
May open wide its coronal. 
And every folded petal part. 
That noon's full tide may reach its heart. 

And yet the Hand that drops the dew 
Is shaded from our finite view ; 
And He who guides the ray of light 
Is hidden from our mortal sight. 
We see not, but we own the Power 
That makes the bud become the flower. 






THE SPIRIT'S QUICKENING. 143 

O Lord ! Thy Hand alone can part 
The shadows that enfold man's heart ; 
Thy Holy Spirit's quickening Breath 
Can vivify the germ of faith ; 
Thy Word can cause the bud to grow, 
Thy touch can make the flower to blow. 

To Thee our infant flowers we bring, 
Our buds, so slow in opening : 
Perchance, within the folded cup, 
The germ of Life is treasured up : 
We bring them. Lord, to crave Thy aid, 
To that dear place where prayer is made. 

One gracious drop of heavenly Dew 
May bring the hidden Life to view ; 
One touch of Love the leaves unroll, 
And shed Truth's noontide o'er the soul ; 
And thus, by sweet degrees, transmute 
The open blossom into fruit. 




FOR CONSISTENCY. 

From A Collection of Psalms and Hymns by the Rev. R. Frost, Incumbent of 
St. Matthias' Church, Saltbrd ; 1832. Authorship imknown. 

"D RETHREN, let us join to raise 
■^-^ To the Spirit hymns of praise : 
Thanks, eternal thanks, be given 
For this precious Gift of Heaven. 






144 THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 

If we of the Spirit talk, 
Let us in the Spirit walk : 
If the Spirit reign within, 
Let the Spirit's work be seen. 

If we in the Spirit live 
And the Spirit's Grace receive, 
Let us in His ways be found, 
And in holy fruits abound. 

Thus shall we abroad proclaim 
Honor to the Christian name : 
Thus shall our religion shine, 
And the work appear divine. 

Thus shall we, while here below, 
In the Saviour's likeness grow. 
And be fitted by His Love 
For His praise in Heaven above. 

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THE NINTH COMMANDMENT. 

Ada Cambridge is a young lady in the parish of St. Michaels, Coventry : at 
least so one may suppose from the fact that her popular Hymns on the HoJy Cajnjmcn- 
ton, 1866, were submitted to and introduced by the Vicar thereof, the Rev. R. H. 
Baynes. She has also published Hymns on the Litany. This is from the former 
work. 

'AY Thy Spirit, bright and holy, 
With His tender, shielding wings, 
With the pure celestial glory 
That His Presence only brings, 







THE NINTH COMMANDMENT. 1 45 

In our heart forever dwelling, 

Keep the evil one'at bay. 
By our Saviour's Cross and Passion, 
By His willing intercession, 

Hear, and answer us, we pray ! 

He is watching, ever watching. 

In a silence dark and dread, 
Round each fervent aspiration 

His ensnaring toils to spread ; 
On each thought to breathe pollution. 

Every word to taint with sin : 
And how can we foil his power 
In the dark and trying hour. 

With no Spirit-light within? 

He is striving, ever striving 

To break down and to destroy. 
With the finest gold to mingle 

What he can of base alloy ; 
In the garden fair and fragrant. 

Where Thy blessed Feet have been, 
To crush all the tender beauty — 
Flowers of love and truth and duty, 

And the buds that grow between. 

He is trying, ever trying 

On Thy fairest work to breathe. 

With its first celestial sweetness 
Some undying curse to wreathe ; 

But we fear not, gentle Spirit, 

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146 THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 

When Thy shielding wings are nigh ! 
Then he comes not, hearts assailing, 
For he knows there's no prevailing 

'Gainst that wondrous Sanctity. 

He may strive to sow them, vainly, 

Those accursed bitter seeds 
That grow up to sinful anger 

And untruthful words and deeds : 
Though our eyes are all unwatchful, 

Thine, so loving, never sleep. 
And their clear and steady shining, 
Every snare of his divining, 

Can the frail soul-fortress keep. 

O ! he knows our sinful weakness, 

That our love is mostly cold, 
All too feeble and too selfish 

Thy great Name of Truth to hold. 
Ah ! he knows how oft 'tis hidden, 

This baptismal seal of Thine ! 
And he feels his strens^th increasing 
When the Beacon-lisjht is ceasino- 

In our shadowed heart to shine. 

But he knows Thy Love, O Spirit ! 

That 'tis stronger than his hate. 
That forever and forever 

It is kept inviolate. 
And he dares not face Thy Presence, 

Brooding human passions o'er ; 







THE WITNESS OF THE SPIRIT. 147 

Though our weakness may assist him, 
, He knows Thy strength can resist him, 
Can resist him evermore ! 

So be with us, ever with us, 

In our daily toil and strife ; 
Purify Thou all the sources 

Of our erring daily life ! 
Do Thou guard it from the Tempter 

With Thy white wings, gentle Dove ! 
In that sure and sat"e protection 
Bloom the flowers of sweet affection, 

And the fruits of truth and love. 

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THE WITNESS OF THE SPIRIT. 
1849. 

Thomas H. Gill, Esq., of Lewlsham, Kent: born iSig: author of The Anni- 
versaries, 1S58, The Papal Dratna, 1866, and The Golden Chain of Praise, 1S69: 
one of the most remarkable hymnists of the time, though he is only beginning to be 
known and used. His hymns, 165 in number, are collected in the last-named volume. 
The eight which follow here are his. His own title, and the date of composition, are 
given above each. 

TDRIGHT Presence ! may my soul have part 
-■-^ In those sweet beams of Thine? 
Lord ! soundeth in mine inmost heart 

Thy very Voice divine? 
Yes, Lord, with Thee I may partake ; 

To me Thou wilt repair, 
This soul wilt cheer and warn and wake. 

The Spirit's witness there ! 






T48 THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT 

In holy tasks, m noble pain 

My soul this comfort hath : 
The amazed world exclaims in vain ; 

The Spirit witnesseth. 
To break my peace the tumult seeks : 

I have no ears to hear ; 
So mightily the Spirit speaks, 

So sweetly fills mine ear. 

Alas, my Lord ! that Sense and Sin 

To tempt this soul should dare, 
That Thine own foes should audience win, 

The Spirit's witness there ! 
He speaketh oft, He warneth clear. 

He witnesseth in vain : 
Repent, sad soul, if thou wouldst hear 

The Voice Divine again ! 

Glad soul ! art thou ashamed to smile? 

Of gladness hast thou fear? 
Thou mayst enjoy Thy golden while, 

Yes, boldly take thy cheer. 
Each glorious hour thou mayst renew 

In thine own bower of bliss ; 
O sweet and strong the joy whereto 

The Spirit witnesses ! 

Alas ! do subtle foes conspire 

To darken my soul's day. 
To quench the bright celestial fire 

And take my Lord away? 







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149 




I need not seek o'er all the earth 
Wherewith to guard my faith ; 

A Champion near and strong springs forth ; 
The Spirit witnesseth. 

My Father ! when Thy child delights 

To feel himself Thine own, 
And others would deny his rights 

And thrust him from Thy throne ; 
I still draw near, I still rejoice. 

Thy child doth nothing care. 
If to his claim Thy Spirit's voice 

Its witness sweet doth bear. 

O that this Voice my soul did stir 

Nor make it sadly start ! 
O that Thy Spirit oftener 

Bore witness with my heart ! 
O that His gracious, awful Voice 

More swiftly caught mine car ! 
O that I always could rejoice 

His witness, Lord, to hear ! 



One day the joy may fully come, 

The music may be mine ; 
O ever in the Heavenly Home 

Sweet sounds the Voice Divine. 
To each desire, to each delight, 

"Yes," "Yes," it sweetly saith : 
Smile on, sing on, ye Angels bright ! 

The Spirit witnesseth. 






150 THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 




THE EARNEST OF THE SPIRIT. 

1850: printed 1853. ' 

"XT 7HY hasteth on this pilgrim throng 

' ' As burthened with no cares? 
These lowly souls, why swells their song 
As though the world was theirs? 

What can their happy fulness crave? 

Where can their wishes rove? 
Thy Holy Spirit, Lord, they have, 

The Earnest of Thy Love. 

They needs must rest in glorious things 

With whom the Spirit dwells ; 
Sweet messages the Spirit brings. 

Great news the Spirit tells. 

Lord, if Thy gracious Voice divine 

One whisper sweet lets fall, 
They know that Thou hast made them Thine, 

That Thou hast given them all. 

O if the Lord Himself hath given. 
All else, they know, must come — 

The shining thrones, the blissful Heaven, 
The everlasting Home. 

Lord, may not I these tidings hear, 

These messages receive? 
Assure my soul that she is dear ; 

To me the Spirit give. 






THE SPIRITS HELP. 151 

Teach me no other prayer to lift, 

No other boon to crave ; 
Mine all Thy Grace, mine every gift, 

If I the Earnest have. 

Take all Thine other gifts away, 

But do not Thou remove ; 
All things remain, if with me stay 

This Earnest of Thy Love. 




"THE SPIRIT HELPETH OUR INFIRMITIES." 

From The Anniversaries, 1S5S; written in 1854. 

A LAS these pilgrims faint and worn ! 
■^ ^ Alas this vale of tears ! 
These sinners sore who sink and mourn 
Through the long mortal years ! 

Behold this Garden of the Lord ! 

These guests in raiment bright ! 
This beauty hath the Spirit poured, 

Hath made that darkness lignt. 

Ah faithless souls that dwelt apart ! 

Ah lonely, loveless throng ! 
No fire within each joyless heart — 

Dull, dull each formal tongue ! 






11^2 THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 

Behold these brethren dear I inquire 
How hath this sweetness grown : 

The Spirit sets their souls on fire, 
The Spirit makes them one. 

Kneel with this prayerful company, 
Join, join these cheerful songs : 

The Spirit makes this melody. 
The Spirit tunes these tongues. 

Ah weaklings vain, who faintly wrought, 
Who soon the strife gave o'er, 

Who no sweet gift the brethren brought. 
The Lord no tribute bore ! 

The Spirit pours the lavish love 

Of this gift-bearing throng ; 
These linked hands that mountains move, 

The Spirit makes them strong. 

He leadeth forth His awful host, 

He mingleth in the fight : 
O army of the Holy Ghost, 

What shall withstand your might? 

Ah souls their veiled Heaven that mourned I 

Ah glory faint and dim ! 
Ah tearful eyes that vainly yearned I 

Ah distant Seraphim ! 







THE HEAVENLY DOVE. 



153 




Blest souls, that now Heaven's glory greet, 
That here Heaven's rapture feel ! 

The Spirit brings this earnest sweet. 
The Spirit sets His seal. 

Ne'er from His dwelling-place so dear, 

The Spirit will remove : 
O Church of God, reveal Him here ! 

Soar on His wings above ! 



"O THAT I HAD WINGS LIKE A DOVE." 
Psalm Iv. 6, 

"The Spirit descending like a dove." — Mat. iii. 15. 
i8ss- 

f~\ SMITTEN soul that cares and conflicts wring, 
^^ O fainting heart that burdens sore oppress ; 
What glory gleameth from each gladsome wing ! 
What sweetness wrappeth the still wilderness ! 

Thou mournest o'er the radiant wings denied ; 
Thou yearnest for the Happy Isles afar ; 
Fain on the dove's soft pinion wouldst thou glide, 
And win sweet peace from the calm desert air. 

These yearnings bright, O vainly are they stirred? 
These golden dreams, for nothing do they come? 
Ah, woos thee mockingly each soaring bird? 
Ah, vainly calleth thee some smiling home? 






154 ^-^^ FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 

Unbounded heart ! thou shapest bright desires, 
Yet richlier hath thy Heavenly Lover wrought : 
Yes, more than all each golden dream requires 
Preventing Grace hath in sweet fulness brought. 

What needs this envy of the swift-winged dove, 
This quest of deserts that no cheer may make, 
When the sweet Spirit leaves His Home above, 
When I, bright Dove Divine, Thy wings may take? 

Thou bringest me the branch of heavenly peace. 
Midst winds that roar and waters that would whelm, 
And steepest me, here on the stormy seas. 
In the deep stillness of Thine own bright realm. 

Thou comest not near, sweet Dove, with fleeting 

beam 
And hasty wing to mock my sad estate : 
Still over me those glorious pinions gleam ; 
Still, still for me those tender wings do wait. 

Dove Divine ! no more the captive sighs, 
The weary soul pours forth no bootless praver : 

1 breathe the quiet of Thine own soft skies ; 

I drink the fragrance of Thine own sweet air. 







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THE DIVINE GLADDENER. 155 




THE DIVINE GLADDENER. 

1849. This and the three following were printed in George Dawson's PjaZ/wi 
and Hy7nns, 1853. 

T^O we only give Thee heed, 

^^^ Lord, when other help hath gone? 

Doth the soreness of our need 

Send us to the Heavenly Throne? 
Wherefore should our souls repair 
Only to the Comforter? 

Must not Thy glad creatures yearn 
Of their best their Lord to bring? 

Must not happy spirits burn 
To their Gladdener to spring? 

Hath our joy for Thee no place? 

Art Thou not our God of Grace ? 

Should not each bright golden hour 

Lay its lustre at Thy feet? 
Ma}^ not, Lord, our blissful bower 

Rise beneath Thy mercy-seat? 
Who like happ}'' souls may call 
For the wino-s celestial? 



& 



Maketh not Thy presence cheer? 

May Thy lovers, Lord, be sad? 
Who are like the angels near, 

Who are like the angels glad? 
Fullest joy our hearts doth stir 
When we feel the Gladdener. 






156 



THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 




When our life is all delight 
On the happy Heavenly Hill, 

'Tis because Thy presence bright 
All the Heavenly Life doth fill. 

Heaven our Land of Joy we call, 

For the Lord is all in all. 

There our very bower of bliss 
Is Thine awful Holy Place ; 

There our only Paradise 
Is the shining of Thy face. 

Still on us Thy face doth shine ; 

Still streams on our joy divine. 



THY HAPPY ONES A STRAIN BEGIN. 

• Written 1846, rewritten 1S68. The second verse is from the old reading, some- 
what altered. 

" I ^HY happy ones a strain begin ; 

Dost Thou not, Lord, glad souls possess? 
Thy cheerful Spirit reigns within : 
We feel Thee in our joy fulness. 

Our mirth is not afraid of Thee ; 

Our life rejoices to be bright : 
We would not from our gladness flee, 

But show it in the Gladdener's sight. 

Thou wilt not. Lord, our smiles deny ; 

The Spirit loves the mirth He makes ; 
O sweet to the Taskmaster's eye 

The cheer that each true servant takes. 






''GRIEVE NOT THE HOLY SPIRIT." 

We turn to Thee a smiling face ; 

Thou sendest us the smile again : 
Our joy the fulness of Thy Grace ; 

Thine own the cheer of this glad strain. 

Thou God of joy ! our souls do well 
The Life hereafter to forestall ; 

We go with happy ones to dwell, 
To help the joy celestial. 



157 




''GRIEVE NOT THE HOLY SPIRIT." 

1849. 

T ORD, am I precious in Th}^ sight? 
"^^ Lord, wouldst Thou have me Thine? 
What, may I grieve, may I delight 
The Majesty Divine? 

Dost Thou so sweetly urge and press 
My soul Thy Heaven to win? 

Lord, dost Thou love my faithfulness? 
Lord, dost Thou hate my sin? 

O Holy Spirit ! dost Thou mourn 

When I from Thee depart? 
Dost Thou rejoice when I return, 

And give Thee back my heart? 

O sweet, strange height of Grace Divine, 

My sin Thy grief to make. 
And this poor faithfulness of mine 

For Thy delight to take ! 






IS8 THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 

Strange height of sin to spurn the Love 
That yearns to make me blest, 

And drive away the Heavenly Dove 
That fain would be my Guest ! 

O happy Heaven, where Thine embrace 

I never more shall leave, 
Nor ever cast away Thy Grace, 

Nor once Thy Spirit grieve ! 

Let me, dear Lord, each grace possess 
That makes Thy Heaven more bright, 

And bring the humble holiness 
That gives my God delight. 




THE GLORY OF THE LATTER DAYS. 

" The power of Thy Grace is not passed away with the primitive times, as fond 
and faithless men imagine, but Thy kingdom is now at hand, and Thou standing at 
the door." — Milton. 

(Written 1846: rewritten 1S66.) 

/'^UR God, our God ! Thou shinest here, 
^-^ Thine own this latter day : 
To us Thy radiant steps appear ; 
We watch Thy glorious way. 

Thou tookest once our flesh : Thy face 

Once on our darkness shone : 
Yet through each age new births of Grace 

Still make Thy glory known. 






THE GLORY OF THE LATTER DAYS. 159 

Not only olden ages felt 

The presence of the Lord ; 
Not only with the fathers dwelt 

Thy Spirit and Thy Word. 

Doth not the Spirit still descend 

And bring the heavenly fire? 
Doth He not still Thy Church extend 

And waiting souls inspire? 

Come, Holy Ghost, in us arise, 

Be this Thy mighty hour ! 
And make Thy willing people wise 

To know Thy day of power ! 

Pour down Thy fire in us to glow. 

Thy might in us to dwell ; 
Again Thy works of wonder show, 

Thy blessed secrets tell ! 

Bear us aloft, more glad, more strong 

On Thy celestial wing. 
And grant us grace to look and long 

For our returning King. 

He draweth near. He standeth by, 

He fills our eyes, our ears ; 
Come, King of Grace, Thy people cry. 

And bring the glorious years ! 







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THE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 




ASCENSION AND PENTECOST. 

Arthur Middlemore Morgan, 1856. Through Lyra Messianica, 1864. 

f~\ SON of God, who wentest up on high 

^^^ Only to come more nigh, 

More nigh Thy orphaned Twelve, the first of us 

Thy sons innumerous, 
,Lo, at the break of Pentecostal Day 

We list what God will say ; 
In Sion, in the mountain of Thy choice 

We wait the still small Voice. 

He speaks, He speaks ! now he that hath an ear 

Let him the loved Voice hear : — 
That where I am My own might be alway, 

On earth I would not stay : 
A little while, and in My gracious rain 

To earth I came again, 
That I with man might dwell, and be his Friend 

Even unto the end. 

The Flesh which died, which nevermore shall die, 

'Twas that I bare on high ; 
My Death, my Life, to work 'mid sin and woe, 

'Twas that I sent below : 
Summed in the mighty Wind and Tongues of fire 

Are all ye can desire, 
That ye may work with this your God, and be 

Mine through eternity. 






¥ 



A SCE ALSTON AND PENTECOST. 



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Amen, Amen ! so be it, Lord, with all 

Who love Thy Festival ! 
Thou hast not left us orphans ; to our need 

The Comforter indeed, 
The eternal Father's Promise, Thy work's Crown. 

The Spirit hath come down ; 
The Father thus, and Son, in souls may dwell 

Forever. It is well. 







SONGS OF PRAISE AND PRAYER 



TO 



GOD THE HOLY GHOST. 






LATIN HYMNS. 




The Latin Hymns were the chief Ones of the Church at large for some 1200 years, 
from the beginnings of anything hke systematic Hymnody in the fourth century to the 
Protestant Reformation. They are therefore of the greatest importance, and must be 
considered at length in any Collection attempting, as this does, to be not only catholic 
in scope but historical in treatment. The large range of time and space which they 
cover — nearly the who'e of civilized Europe, throughout the primitive and middle 
ages — gives them sufficient variety of matter and style, and a few of our readers may 
possibly be surprised at the freshness and breadth of thought, and warmth and depth 
of devotion, to be found in some of them. 

It may be thought that too much space is occupied by the numerous versions of 
Veni Creator and Veni Sancte Spiritus. But the vast historical importance of those 
hymns is not greater than their intrinsic merit : whatever of this sort has been written 
since (in any language) is little more than a pai'aphrase on them. Let any reader 
compare the native English lyrics which will follow by and by, and judge for himself. 
Moreover, I had in the case of Veiii Creator the rare advantage of versions running 
through three centuries, and coming from widely different schools and men : the trans- 
lations thus resemble each other less than many independent originals will be found to 
do. With Veiii Sancte there is more sameness, most of the versions closely approx- 
imating in dale and coming from the same school : but something of the unparalleled 
loveliness of the original will appear in every rendering. This volume probably contains 
nothing grander than Drvden's paraphrase of Vetii Creator, and nothing sweeter 
than Caswall's Veni Sancte. 

Of these and the other common Breviary pieces the versions might have been yet 
further multiplied. Of the later (and usually longer) Latin Spirit-hymns, many are 
yet untranslated. 

The materials for the student of Latin sacred verse are well known : Danihl, 
Thesaurus Hymnologicjis ; Mone, Hymni Latini Medii ^vi (X\ift first volume has 
the same title in German) ; Wackernagel, Kirchettleider, Vol. i. : and of smaller but 
not less learned or reliable works. Dr. Neale, Hyinni Ecclesice, 1851, atid Sequeiitice; 
and Archbishop Trench, Sacred Latin Poetry, 1849, 1864. 

Our English translations have been almost entirely made in the last 35 years. 
A seventeenth-century poet here and there rendered a few well-known lyrics from 
the Breviaries : in the last century, and the first third of this, nothing of the sort 
was done, or near it. We owe our present comparative wealth in this department — 
altogether as to the impulse, and largely in the actual results — to the Oxford 
Tractarian movement. Dr. Newman began, in 1836, contenting himself with 
a dozen or two hymns for the Hours &c. : he was followed by several English 
Churchmen (not necessarily sharing fully his views), and one or two who followed 
him to Rome. Now, of course, the fruits of their labors are common property, as the 
field which they opened has become more or less familiar and interesting to all. 

The noticeable books are by Chandler, 1837: Bishop Mant, 1837: Isaac 
Williams, 1839: William John Copeland {Hy7n7is /or the Week and Hymns 
for the Seasons), 1847: Caswall, 184S : Campbell, 1850: Neale, 1851 : 
Blew, 1851-5 : Chambers, 1857, 1S66 : Kynaston, 1862. All these, except Manx 
and Copeland (whose work, though not without merit, is of limited extent, and the 
ground better covered by others), are extracted from and referred to in the following 
pages ; as are several others, whose labors have been slighter, more desultory, or 
uncollected. 







% ^raw 0f S. gkrs^s jof Clajcs. 

O PIRIT of God, and true God, Who didst come down at the 
Jordan, and on the day of Pentecost, and Who didst en- 
lighten me in Holy Baptism ; I have sinned against heaven and 
before thee : but purify me again with Thy Divine fire, as Thou 
didst purify the Apostles with tongues of fire ; And have mercy 
on all Thy creatures. 



/~\H Holy Spirit, be Thou present, and from heaven shed down 
Thy consolations on them that expect Thee : sanctify the 
temple of our body, and consecrate it a habitation to Thyself. 
Make the souls that desire Thee joyful with Thy presence. Make 
the house fit for Thee, the Inhabitant : adorn Thy chamber and 
surround the place of Thy rest with all virtues ; strew the pave- 
ment with jewels ; let Thy mansion shine with the brightness 
of carbuncles and precious stones ; and let the odors of all Thy 
gifts inwardly discover themselves ; let Thy fragrant balsam 
perfume Thy residence, and expel whatever is noisome and the 
spring of corruption ; do Thou make this our joy stable and 
lasting : and this renovation of Thy creature do Thou continue 
forever in unfading beauty. Amen. 







LATIN HYMNS. 



VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS. 



The authorship of this hymn is uncertain. Daniel, Tkescttirus, IV. 124, ascribes 
it to Charlemagne (died S14). The first distinct mention of it is in the Historia Dela- 
tionis S. Marcidfi, a.d. 8gS (given by Mabillon in his edition of the Atmales Ord. 
S. Bened. T. VI. p. 532). The BoUandists in the Acta Sancioni7n, in the life of 
NoTKER, ascribe it to Charlemagne. Daniel says that the action of the Synod, 
assembled by his authority at Aquisgranum in 809, on the doctrine proposed by him 
concerning the procession of the Holy Spirit from the Father and the Son, moved him 
to the preparation of this hymn, and that it was probably written by him. 

Others have supposed that it was written for Charlemagne by Alcuin. Trench 
says it "is certainly older." 

Mone, Lateinische Hymneit, I. 242, afSrms that it could not have been written 
by Charlemagne, who was not sufficiently master of the Latin language to write it. 
The accentuation in the 5th verse betrays an acquaintance with the Greek, of which 
Charlemagne was ignorant. He ascribes it to Gregory the Great, to the style 
of whose hymns it has much resemblance. 

Wackernagel, Kirchenlieder, I. 75, agrees with Mone in ascribing it to Greg- 
ory THE Great. The Codex from which the Hymns of Hrabanus Maurus were 
edited (Mayence, 1617) ascribes it to Hrabanus. 

The 6th verse. Da gaudiomm prcemia, is generally conceded to be a later 
insertion. 

The Hymn at once took high rank among the Spirit- Hymns. It was appointed 
to be used, says Daniel, at the creation of a Pope, the election of a Bishop, the coro- 
nation of Kings, the celebration of a Synod, the elevation and translation of saints, &c. 
In the Breviary it is appointed for the Vespers of Pentecost, and at Terce, in com- 
memoration of the descent of the Spirit upon the Apostles at that hour. It was among 
the earliest of the translations at the Reformation in the German and Anglican 
Churches, and appointed for use both in the Ordination service, and on other important 
occasions. 



Veni Creator Spiritus, 
Mentes tuorum visita, 
Imple superna gratici 
Que tu creasti pectora. 



Qui Paraclitus diceris, 
Altissimi donum Dei, 
Fons vivus, ignis, caritas, 
Et spiritalis unctio. 






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LA TIN HYMNS. 



Tu septiformis munere, 
Dextrs Dei tu digitus, 
Tu rite promissum Patris, 
Sermone ditaiis guttura. 

Accende lumen sensibus, 
Infunde amorem cordibus, 
Infiima nostri corporis 
Virtute firmans perpeti. 

Hostem repellas longius, 
Pacemque dones protinus, 
Ductore sic te prsevio, 
Vitemus omne noxiiun. 



Da gaudiorum praemia, 
Da gratiarum numera, 
Dissolve litis vincula, 
Adstringe pacis foedera. 

Per te sciamus da Patrem, 
Noscamus atque Filium, 
Te utriusque Spiritum 
Credamus omni tempore. 

Sit laus Patri cum Filio, 
Sancto simul Paraclito, 
Nobisque mittat FiHus 
Charisma Sancti Spiritfts. 



FIRST VERSION. 



George Wither, 15S8-1667: from his Hymnes and Songs of the Chttrch, 1623. 
The hyinn, he says, is "here translated syllable for syllable, and in the same kind of 
measure which it hath in the Latin." 



/^OME, Holy Ghost, the Maker, come ; 
^^ Take in the souls of Thine Thy place 
Thou whom our hearts had being froiu, 

O fill them with Thy heavenly Grace. 
Thou art that Comfort from above 

The Highest doth by gift impart ; 
Thou Spring of Life, a Fire of Love, 

And the anointing Spirit art. 



Thou in Thy gifts art manifold ; 

God's right-hand Finger thou art, Lord ; 
The Father's Promise made of old, 

Our tongues enriching by Thy Word. 






VENI CREATOR. 169 

O give our blinded senses light ; 

Shed love into each heart of our, 
And grant the body's feeble plight 

May be enabled by Thy power. 

Far from us drive away the foe, 

And let a speedy peace ensue : 
Our Leader also be, that so 

We every danger may eschew. 
Let us be taugrht the blessed creed 

Of Father and of Son by Thee, 
And how from Both Thou dost proceed, 

That our belief it still may be. 

To Thee, the Father, and the Son, 
(Whom past and present times adore) 

The One in Three, and Three in One, 
All glory be for evermore ! 




SECOND VERSION. 



William Drummond, of Hawthomden, 1585-1649: a friend of Ben Jonson, 
and " the first Scottish poet who wrote well in English." His Poems appeared 1616, 
and Flowers of Zion, or Spiritual Poeins^ 1623. 



/CREATOR, Holy Ghost, descend ; 

^-^ Visit our minds with Thy bright flame, 

And Thy celestial Grace extend. 

To fill the hearts which Thou didst frame : 






170 LATIN HYMNS. 

Who Paraclete art said to be, 

Gift which the highest God bestows, 

Fountain of Life, Fire, Charity, 

Ointment whence ghostly blessing flows. 

Thy sevenfold Grace Thou down dost send, 
Of God's right hand Thou Finger art ; 

Thou, by the Father promised. 

Unto our mouths dost speech impart. 

In our dull senses kindle light : 
Infuse Thy Love into our hearts, 

Reforming with perpetual might 
The infirmities of fleshly parts. 

Far from our dwelling drive our foe, 
And quickly peace unto us bring ; 

Be Thou our Guide, before to go. 

That we may shun each hurtful thing. 

Be pleased to instruct our mind 
To know the Father and the Son ; 

The Spirit who them Both doth bind 
Let us believe, while ages run. 

To God the Father glory great, 

And to the Son, who from the dead 

Arose, and to the Paraclete 
Beyond all time imagined. 







VENI CREATOR. I^I 




THIRD VERSION. 



Bishop John Cosin, 1594-1672. A native of Norwich and scholar of Caius Col- 
lege, Cambridge : Prebend of Durham, 1624, rector of Branspeth, 1626 ; in 1660 Dean 
and then Bishop of Durham. His Collection of Private Devotions for the Hoztrs of 
Prayer^ 'i(>2ji much offended the Puritans, who styled it "a book of Cozening Devo- 
tions." This work contains ten short hymns (three of them from the Latin), which 
are supposed to be his. This one is found with " Prayers for the Third Hour." At 
the revision of the Book of Common Prayer and Offices in 1662, it was put into the 
Ordinal, whence it has come into nearly univei'sal use. — Bishop Cosin wrote several 
other books, in English and in Latin. 



/^~^OME, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire, 
^-^ And lighten with celestial fire. 
Thou the anointing Spirit art, 
Who dost Thy sevenfold gifts impart. 
Thy blessed unction from above 
Is comfort, life, and fire of Love. 
Enable with perpetual light 
The dulness of our blinded sight. 
Anoint and cheer our soiled face 
With the abundance of Thy Grace. 
Keep far our foes ; give peace at home : 
Where Thou art Guide, no ill can come. 
Teach us to know the Father, Son, 
And Thee, of Both, to be but One ; 
That through the ages all along 
This may be our endless song ; 
Praise to Thy eternal merit. 
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. 






172 LA TIN HYMNS. 



FOURTH VERSION. 

This voluminous paraplirase is one of the few hymns added to Sternhold and 
Hopkins' Old Version 0/ the Psalms^ and may be nearly or quite as old: but its date 
and authorship are uncertain. With Bishop Cosin's version, it found a place in the 
Ordination and Consecration services. The text, here and there, is somewhat mod- 
ernized, as it stands in the Prayer Book. 

/^OME, Holy Ghost, eternal God, 
^-^ Proceeding from above, 
Both from the Father and the Son, 

The God of peace and Love. 
Visit our minds, into our hearts 

Thy heavenl}^ Grace inspire ; 
That truth and godliness we may 

Pursue with full desire. 
Thou art the very Comforter 

In grief and all distress ; 
The heavenly Gift of God most High ; 

No tongue can it express ; 
The fountain and the living spring 

Of joy celestial ; 
The fire so bright, the love so sweet, 

The Unction spiritual. 
Thou in Thy gifts art manifold. 

By them Christ's Church doth stand : 
In faithful hearts Thou writ'st Thy law, 

The finger of God's hand. 
According to Thy promise, Lord, 

Thou givest speech with grace ; 
That, through Thy help, God's praises may 

Resound in every place. 







VENI CREATOR. 1 73 

O Holy Ghost, into our minds 

Send down Tliy heavenly light, 
Kindle our hearts with fervent zeal, 

To serve God day and night. 
Our weakness strengthen and confirm, 

For, Lord, thou know'st us frail ; 
That neither devil, world, nor flesh. 

Against us may prevail. 
Our enemies put far from us. 

And help us to obtain 
Peace in our hearts with God and man, 

The best, the truest gain. 
And grant that Thou being, O Lord, 

Our Leader and our Guide, 
We may escape the snares of sin. 

And never from Thee slide. 
Such measures of Thy powerful Grace 

Grant, Lord, to us, we pray ; 
That Thou may'st be our Comforter 

At the last dreadful day. 
Of strife and of dissension 

Dissolve, O Lord, the bands : 
Tie fast the knots of peace and love 

Throughout all Christian lands. 
Grant us the grace that we may know 

The Father of all might. 
That we of His beloved Son 

May gain the blissful sight, 
And that we may with perfect faith 

Ever acknowledge Thee, 







1 74 LA TIN HYMNS. 

The Spirit of Father, and of Son, 

One God in Persons Three. 
To God the Father laud and praise, 

And to His blessed Son, 
And to the Holy Spirit of Grace, 

Co-equal Three in One. 
And pray we, that our only Lord 

Would please His Spirit to send 
On all that shall profess His name. 

From hence to the world's end. Amen. 




FIFTH VERSION". 



Probably by Nahum Tate, 1652-1715 : being from the Sttpplement (1703) to his 
New Version of the Psahns. Though never equally honored by the Church, it is 
better than the corresponding version from Sternhold and Hopkins. He made 
another, in long metre. 



/'"^OME, Holy Ghost, Creator, come, 

^"^ Inspire the souls of Thine, 

Till every heart which Thou hast made 

Is filled with Grace divine. 
Thou art the Comforter, the Gift 

Of God, and Fire of Love ; 
The everlasting Spring of joy. 

And Unction from above. 

Thy gifts are manifold ; Thou writ'st 
God's laws in each true heart : 

The Promise of the Father, Thou 
Dost heavenly speech impart. 






VENI CREATOR. 1 75 

Enlighten our dark souls, till they 

Thy sacred Love embrace ; 
Assist our minds, by nature frail, 

With Thy celestial Grace. 

Drive far from us the mortal foe, 

And give us peace within ; 
That by Thy guidance blest, we may 

Escape the snares of sin. 
Teach us the Father to confess, 

And Son, from death revived ; 
And with them Both, Thee, Holy Ghost, 

Who art from Both derived. 

With Thee, O Father, therefore may 

The Son, from death restored, 
And sacred Comforter, One God, 

Devoutly be adored ; 
As in all ages heretofore 

Has constantly been done, 
As now it is, and shall be so 

When time his course has run. 




SIXTH VERSION. 

John Dryden, 1632-1700. Josiah Miller {Singers and Songs of the Church, 
i86g) says that he is believed to have written this hymn "late in life, when he had 
become a Romanist." It is a free paraphrase of the original. 

/CREATOR Spirit, by whose aid 

^^ The world's foundations first were laid, 

Come, visit every pious mind ; 

Come, pour Thy joys on human kind : 






17^ LATIN HYMNS. 

From sin and sorrow set us free, 
And make Thy temples worthy Thee. 

O Source of uncreated Light, 
The Father's promised Paraclete ! 
Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, 
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire ; 
Come, and Thy sacred unction bring 
To sanctify us while we sing. 

Plenteous of Grace, descend from hia-h, 
Rich in Thy sevenfold energy ! 
Thou Strength of His almighty Hand, 
Whose power does heaven and earth command. 
Proceeding Spirit, our Defence, 
Who dost the gifts of tongues dispense, 
And crown'st Thy gift with eloquence ! 
Refine and purge our earthly parts ; 
But O, inflame and fire our hearts ! 
Our frailties help, our vice control, 
Submit the senses to the soul ; 
And when rebellious they are grown, 
Then lay Thy hand, and hold 'em down. 

Chase from our minds the infernal foe, 
And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ; 
And lest our feet should step astray, 
Protect and guide us in the way. 

Make us eternal truths receive, 
And practise all that we believe : 
Give us Thyself, that we may see 
The Father and the Son by Thee. 

Immortal honor, endless fame, 
Attend the Almighty Father's name : 







VENI CREATOR. I 77 

The Saviour Son be glorified, 
Who for lost man's redemption died ; 
And equal adoration be, 
Eternal Paraclete, to Thee. 





SEVENTH VERSION. 



Isaac Williams, 1802-1S65. His Hymns from the Parisian Breviary, 1839, 
though seldom fitted for popular use, have much subtle beauty. 



/^OME, Thou Creating Spirit blest, 

^^ And be our Guest, 

And fill the hearts which Thou hast made 

With Thy sweet shade. 
Thou who art called the Paraclete, 

From Thy blest seat. 
The living Fount of light and love, 

Come from above. 
Thou that in sevenfold power dost stand 

At God's right hand, 
And layest on the untutored tongue 

The Spirit's song, 
Unto our senses light impart, 

Love to our heart ; 
And may our flesh's infirmity 

Be strong in Thee : 
May the foe's assaultings cease, 

And grant Thy peace ; 
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178 LATIN HYMNS. 

That treading in Thy footsteps blest, 

We may find rest. 
May we by Thee the Father know, 

And Son below, 
And Thee, the Spirit, come from Both, 

Trust, nothing loth ! 
To Father, Son, and Holy One, 

Praise aye be done, 
From whose sweet effluence divine 

We too may shine. 




EIGHTH VERSION. 

The Right Rev. John Williams, D.D., now Bishop of Connecticut. From a 
little volume now scarce, Ancient Hyimis of Holy Church, Hartford, 1845. 

r^REATOR Spirit, come ! Thy dwelling-place 
^^ To make forever in the newborn heart, 
And Thy supernal Grace 
Freely to us impart. 

Thou whom we honor as the Paraclete, 
Thou Gift of God, Thou Fount and Fire of Love, 
Most holy and most sweet, 
And unction from above : 

Thou who the sevenfold gifts dost bring from 

heaven. 
Standing at God's right hand through ages long, 
Thou who new songs hast given. 
And loosed the silent tongue : 






VENI CREATOR. 1 79 

Pour on our senses all Thy holy light, 
And to our hearts bid flow the stream of love ; 
Our weakness turn to might, 
Shed on us from above. 

Drive far the foes that seek our spirits' sway, 
And bind once more the broken bonds of peace : 
Lead us upon our way, 

And make our wanderings cease. 

Make us to own through all eternity 
Thee, with the Father and the Only Son, 
The Holy Persons, Three, 
The glorious Godhead, One. 

To God the Father be all glory given. 
And to the Son uprisen from the sod ; 

Who reign with Thee in heaven, 
One only living God. 




NINTH VERSION. 



Robert Campbell, Esq., Solicitor: compiler and chief author of a small but 
important, collection oi Hymns and Anthems for use in the Holy Services of the 
Church, -within tJie United Diocese of St. Andrew's, Dunkeid, and Dunblane : 
Edinburgh, 1850. 



/CREATOR Spirit, Lord of Grace, 

^-^ O make our hearts Thy dwelling-place, 

And with Thy might celestial aid 

The souls of those whom Thou hast made. 






l8o LATIN HYMNS. 

Come from the throne of God above, 
O Paraclete, O Holy Dove, 
Come, Oil of gladness, cleansing Fire, 
And Living Spring of pure desire. 

O Finger of the Hand Divine, 
The sevenfold gifts of Grace are Thine ; 
And touched by Thee the lips proclaim 
All praise to God's most holy Name. 

Then to our souls Thy light impart, 
And give Thy Love to every heart ; 
Turn all our weakness into might, 
O Thou, the Source of Life and Light. 

Protect us from the assailing foe, 
And Peace, the fruit of Love, bestow; 
Upheld by Thee, our Strength and Guide, 
No evil can our steps betide. 

Spirit of Faith, on us bestow 
The Father and the Son to know ; 
And, of the Twain the Spirit, Thee : 
Eternal One, Eternal Three. 

To God the Father let us sing ; 
To God the Son, our risen King; 
And equally with These adore 
The Spirit, God for evermore. 







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VENI SANCTE SPIRITUS. 



Daniel, Mone, Trench, and Wackernagel unite in ascribing this hymn to 
Robert II. of France, who died a. d. 1031. Daniel says: "AD lovers of sacred 
song, of every rank, hold the royal poet worthy to be compared to David singing 
psalms to the Name of the Lord." He unites with Trench in quoting the words of 
Chlichtov^us: "This Hymn cannot, in my opinion, be too highly commended, for 
it is above all commendation. I can readily believe that the author, whoever he was, 
when he composed this Hymn, found his soul filled with a certam celestial sweetness, 
which, the Holy Spirit Himself being the Author, poured forth so much gentle elegance 
in so few words " 

Trench says: " There exists no sufficient reason for calling in question the attri- 
bution which has commonly been made of it to King Robert. The loveliest, — for 
however not the grandest, such we call it, — of all the hymns in the whole circle of 
Latin sacred poetry has a king for its author. Robert the Second, son of Hugh 
Capet, succeeded his father on the throne of France in 997. He was singularly 
addicted to church-music, which he enriched, as well as hymnology, with compositions 
of his own, such as, I believe, to this day hold their place in the services of the Romish 
Church. — Even were the story of the writer's life unknown to us, we should guess 
that this Hymn could only have been composed by one who had acquaintance with 
many sorrows, and also with many consolations. Nor should we err herein ; for if the 
consolations are plain from the poem itself, the history of those times contains the 
record of the manifold sorrows, within his own family and without it, which were the 
portion of this meek and afflicted king." 

Diessenbrock, at the close of his Pentecostal Sermon (Sermons, Ratisbon, 
1841), says : " How can I more appropriately close than with that beautiful and tender 
Hymn which describes all the gifts and operations of the Holy Spirit in the soul, so 
minutely, fervently, and with such living power, that the Church has ever listened to it 
as to the gentle cooing of the dove, and in the whole of this solemn festival season 
uses it in her daily prayers." 

FRANTZsays: "The Hymn consists of 5 six-line stanzas or 10 half stanzas, with 
a refrain in nun; each 3 line half-stanza has three rhythmic endings of 7 syllables 
each, of which two are leonine, and the third corresponds with the third of the follow- 
ing half stanza. It is therefore an attempt to attain a very artistic form, which with 
less warmth and skill would have been stiff." 

The original is given by Daniel and Mone from separate codices of the 13th 
century. 

King Robert, says the Rev. James White, in his brilliant sketch of Eighteen 
Christian Centuries, was a "saint according to the notions of the time, and even now 
deserves the respect of mankind for the simplicity and benevolence of his character." 
He " placed himself, robed and crowned, among the choristers of St. Denis, and led 
the musicians in singing hymns and psalms of his own composition" One may own 
to feeling no little kindness for a medieval monarch of this exceptional sort. How- 
ever far from being a sagacious and successful ruler, he deserves a nobler title : and 
Mr. Gill's appreciative lines may perhaps apply nearly as well to him as to his more 
famous successor, Saint Louis: — 






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LATIN HYMNS. 



O seldom dotli Heaven's sweetest smile repose 
Where Earth her utmost splendor doth impress; 

We look not, where the kingly purple glows, 
For the white, gleaming robes of righteousness. 

Yet once the oil upon his head was poured 
Whose heart had won the unction of God's Grace ; 

A sovereign once each humblest saint outsoared. 
The heavenliest soul was in the highest place. 

O lowliness of mortal majesty ! 

O sceptred hand, God's righteous will that wrought I 
Yes, once a throned servant faithfully 

His work to the Divine Taskmaster brought. 

O once in the rough ways of holiness 
A monarch walked as in the paths of pleasure; 

And only yielded to the sweet excess 

Of loving his dear Lord in over-measure. 

O shining Ones ! O People of the sky ! 

Ye lack not quite the conjpany of Kings : 
Death clothes one monarch in new majesty; 

To a more glorious throne Saint Louis springs. 




Here is Robert's own hymn: 

Veni Sancte Spiritus, 
Et emitte coelitus 
Lucis tuae radium. 

Veni pater pauperum, 
Veni dator munerum, 
Veni lumen cordium : 

Consolator optime, 
Dulcis hospes anima, 
Dulce refrigerium : 

In labore requies, 
In astu teraperies, 
In fletu solatium. 

O lux beatissima, 
Reple cordis intima 
Tuorum fidelium. 



Sine tuo numine 
Nihil est in homine, 
Nihil est innoxium. 

Lava quod est sordidum, 
Riga quod est aridum, 
Sana quod est saucium : 

Flecte quod est rigidum, 
Fove quod est languidum, 
Rege quod est devium. 

Da tuis fidelibus 
In te confidentibus 
Sacrum septenarium; 

Da virtulis meritum, 
Da salutis exitum, 
Da perenne gaudium. 






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FIRST VERSION. 
John Austin ; died 1669. From Devotions in the Anciefit Way of Offices, 166S. 

/"^OME, Holy Spirit, send down those beams 
^^ Which gently flow in silent streams 

From Thy bright throne in Heaven above : 
Come, Thou Enricher of the poor 
And bounteous Source of all our store, 

Come, fill our souls with Thy pure Love. 

Come Thou, our soul's delicious Guest, 
The wearied pilgrim's sweetest Rest, 

The injured sufferer's best Relief: 
Come Thou, our passions cool, allay, 
Whose comfort wipes all tears away. 

And into joy turns all our grief. 

Come, Thou bright Sun, shoot home Thy darts. 
Pierce to the centre of our hearts. 

And make our living faith love Thee. 
Without Thy Grace, without Thy Light, 
Our strength is weakness, our da}'- night. 

And we can neither move nor see. • 

Lord, wash our sinful stains away, 
Water from Heaven our barren clay, 

Our many mortal bruises heal ; 
To Thy sweet yoke our stiff necks bow, 
Warm with Th}^ fire our hearts of snow. 

And soon our wandering feet repeal. 






184 LATIN HYMNS. 

O grant Thy faithful, dearest Lord, 
Whose only hope is Thy sure word, 

The saving gifts of Thy good Spirit ; 
Grant us in life t' obey Thy Grace, 
Grant us at death to see Thy face, 

And heaven's eternal joys inherit. 

All glory to the sacred Three, 
One ever living Deity, 

All power ascribe, and bliss, and praise ; 
As at the first when time begun. 
May the same homage still be done, 

While time does last, when time decays. 




SECOND VERSION. 

Edward Caswall ; born 1814 : once a priest of the English Church, now of the 
Romish He is the most extensive (except Mr. Chambers) and one of the most suc- 
cessful, among translators from the Latin: his Lyra Cathoh'ca, 1848, is a book of 
value for all. This is generally allowed to be the best version of Veiii Saiicte, and 
is in itself a very lovely hymn. 

TTOLY Spirit, Lord of Light ! 
-^ -^ From Thy clear celestial height 
Thy pure beaming radiance give : 

Come, Thou Father of the poor ! 
Come with treasures which endure ! 
Come, Thou Light of all that live. 

Thou of all consolers best. 
Visiting the troubled breast. 
Dost refreshing peace bestow : 






VENI SANCTE SPIRITUS. 1 85 

Thou in toil art Comfort sweet, 
Pleasant Coolness in the heat, 
Solace in the midst of woe. 

Light immortal ! Light divine ! 
Visit Thou these hearts of Thine, 
And our inmost being fill : 

If Thou take Thy Grace away, 
Nothing pure in man will stay. 
All his good is turned to ill. 

Heal our wounds, our strength renew ; 
On our dryness pour Thy dew ; 
Wash the stains of guilt away : 

Bend the stubborn heart and will ; 
Melt the frozen, warm the chill ; 
Guide the steps that go astray. 

Thou on those who evermore 
Thee confess and Thee adore. 
In Thy sevenfold gifts descend : 

Give them comfort when they die ; 
Give them life with Thee on high ; 
Give them joys which never end. 







1 86 LATIN HYMNS. 




THIRD VERSION. 

Frederic William Faber. From j^esus and Mary, 1S49. 

/^^OME, Holy Spirit ! from the height 

^^ Of heaven send down Thy blessed light ! 

Come, Father of the friendless poor ! 
Giver of gifts, and Light of hearts, 
Come with that unction which imparts 

Such consolations as endure. 

The soul's Refreshment and her Guest, 
Shelter in heat, in labor Rest, 

The sweetest Solace in our woe ! 
Come, blissful Light ! O come and fill, 
In all Thy faithful, heart and will, 

And make our inward fervor glow. 

Where Thou art, Lord ! there is no ill, 
For evil's self Thy Light can kill. 

O let that Light upon us rise ! 
Lord, heal our wounds, and cleanse our stains, 
Fountain of Grace ! and with Thy rains 

Our barren spirits fertilize. 

Bend with Thy fires our stubborn will. 
And quicken what the world would chill. 

And homeward call the feet that stray : 
Virtue's reward and final grace, 
The Eternal Vision face to face, 

Spirit of Love ! for these we pray. 






VENI SANCTE SPIRITUS. 1 87 

Come, Holy Spirit ! bid us live ; 
To those who trust Thy mercy give 

Joys that through endless ages flow : 
Thy various gifts, foretastes of Heaven, 
Those that are named Thy sacred Seven, 

On us, O God of Love, bestow ! 




FOURTH VERSION. ■ 
Robert Campbell, 1850. 

/^OME, O Spirit, Lord of Grace ! 
^^ From Thy heavenly dwelling-place 
Bring pure light our gloom to chase. 

Thine to wipe the bitter tear, 
Thine the lonely heart to cheer : 
Fainting spirits find Thee near. 

Come, O Light most pure and blest, 
Come, and fill each longing breast ; 
Be Thy people's constant Guest. 

Come to cleanse the guilty stain, 
On the hardened heart to rain. 
Wounds of sin to heal again. 

To Thy will the stubborn mould, 
Warm and melt the bosom cold. 
Bring the erring to the Fold. 






l88 LATIN HYMNS. 

Unto us who seek Thy face, 
And in Thee reliance place, 
■Give Thy sevenfold gifts of Grace. 

Pardon grant if we offend. 
Grant us space till we amend, 
Joy above that knows no end. 




FIFTH VERSION. 

Dr. John Mason Neale: from the Hyimial Noted, 1851. (The only rendering 
which follows the original in the double ending of each third line.) 

/^OME, Thou Holy Paraclete, 
^^ And from Thy celestial seat 
Send Thy light and brilliancy : 

Father of the poor, draw near. 
Giver of all gifts, be here ; 

Come, the soul's true radiancy: 

Come, of comforters the best. 
Of the soul the sweetest guest, — 
Come in toil refreshingly : 

Thou in labor rest most sweet. 
Thou art shadow from the heat. 
Comfort in adversity. 

O Thou Light most pure and blest, 
Shine within the inmost breast 
Of Thy faithful company. 






VENT SANCTE SPIRITUS. 

Where Thou art not, man hath nought 
Every holy deed and thought 
Comes from Thy Divinity. 

What is soiled, make Thou pure ; 
What is wounded, work its cure ; 
What is parched, fructify : 

What is rigid, gently bend ; 
What is frozen, warmly tend ; 
Strengthen what goes erringly. 

Fill Thy faithful, who confide 
In Thy power to guard and guide, 
With Thy sevenfold Mystery : 

Here Thy grace and virtue send ; 
Grant Salvation in the end, 
And in Heaven felicity. 



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SIXTH VERSION. 
Dr. Ray Palmer of New York, 1858 : perhaps the best of his translations. 

/^OME, Holy Ghost, in love 
^^ Shed on us from above 

Thine own bright ray ! 
Divinely good Thou art ; 
Thy sacred gifts impart 
To gladden each sad heart : 

O come to-day ! 






IpO LATIN HYMNS. 

Come, tenderest Friend, and best, 
Our most delightful Guest, 

With soothing power : 
Rest, which the weary know. 
Shade, 'mid the noontide glow. 
Peace, when deep griefs o'erflow, 

Cheer us, this hour ! 

Come, Light serene, and still 
Our inmost bosoms fill ; 

Dwell in each breast : 
We know no dawn but Thine ; 
Send forth Thy beams divine, 
On our dark souls to shine. 

And make us blest ! 

Exalt our low desires ; 
Extinguish passion's fires ; 

Heal every wound : 
Our stubborn spirits bend ; 
Our icy coldness end ; 
Our devious steps attend. 

While heavenward bound. 

Come, all the faithful bless ; 
Let all, who Christ confess, 

His praise employ : 
Give virtue's rich reward ; 
Victorious death accord. 
And, with our glorious Lord, 

Eternal joy ! 







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VENI SUPERNE SPIRITUS. 

Of the origin of this hymn little or nothing is known : it is found in recent Gallican 
Breviaries. Version by Isaac Williams, 1839. 

/^OME, Spirit from above ! 

^^ Earth, washed with blood of Him that died, 

With eyes of awe and love, 
Awaits Thee, calm and purified. 

Come, in the holy name 
Of Him who hath gone up on high : 

With Thy Baptism of flame 
Cleanse Thou our hearts, and sanctify. 

■ A Father, gone from sight, 
We mourn ; pity our orphanhood. 

And with Thy gentle might 
Heal us, and help us to be good. 

The lesson His sweet care 
Forbore to teach the untutored heart, 

As yet unschooled to bear, 
With Thy life-giving dew impart. 

The things by seer of old 
Darkly and dim in shadow seen, 

Nations come to behold ; 
For Thou hast rent the veil between. 

Thy blest anointing give ; 
The letters, now on mute heart writ, 

Then shall come forth and live, 
By Thy celestial brightness lit. 







LA TIN HYMNS. 




Throughout eternity 
Unto the Father and the Son 

And Spirit, glory be ; 
The Spirit, binding Three in One. 



SECOND VERSION. 
William John Blew. From his Church Hymn and Ttme Book, iSsi-S- 

/'~^OME, heavenly Spirit, come : 

^-^ Cleansed by Christ's Blood, all lands 

For Thee prepare a home. 

To Thee stretch forth their hands. 

The Christ ascended hath : 
Thou then His promise pay, 

And in Thy fiery bath 

Our bosoms wash this day. 

Our missing One we mourn ; 

Then pity our distress ; 
O comfort the forlorn 

And cheer the fatherless. 

What Christ forbore to teach 

To hearts unfit to know. 
Now in the mind of each 

Engraft, that it may grow. 






AD SIS SUP ERNE SPIRITUS. 

Let Truth from ancient seers 
In shadow half concealed, 

Now ring in all men's ears, 
Now lie to all revealed. 

Let Thy sweet unction school 
All hearts, and on them write 

The Law's now silent rule 
In characters of light. 

To Sire and Son be praise ; 

Praise, Holy Ghost, to Thee, 
The Bond of Both always, 

Through all eternity. 



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ADSIS SUPERNE SPIRITUS. 

Of obscure origin. Version by Isaac Williams, 1839. 

T TAIL, Father of the poor, and Friend benign, 

-^ Immortal Spirit Divine ! 

From out Thine own prolific bosom pour 
Thy promised blessings on the barren earth, 

Which gladdeneth at Thy birth. 
Here, where night comes from Heaven's alternate 

door 
To muffle up the blooming eye of day. 
With uncreated ray 
Shine forth, cease not to shine ; 
Shine in our hearts, good Spirit, evermore. 

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194 LATIN HYMNS. 

Thou of the inner heart art Guest and Friend, 
Thou of all labors art the sweet Repose ; 
Thou op'st the fount of woes, 
The cup of sorrow at Thy bidding flows. 
But Thou dost Thy pure joys divinely blend, 
And as the blended streams flow forth apace. 
Dost o'er them pitying bend. 
Thou art the Fount of Grace : 
Grant us with holy hardness to contend, 
To conquer and to win the immortal end, 
Which is to see Thy face, 
And ever sing in the undefiled place 
The Father, Son and Thee, the Spirit benign. 

Bathed in whose fires divine. 
Even our dull hearts may catch the light and shine. 





SECOND VERSION. 



Probably by Joseph Francis Thrupp, Vicar of Barrington, Cambridgeshire: 
from his Psalms and Hymns, date not given. 



/^^OME, Thou heavenly Spirit pure, 
^^ Come, Enricher of the poor ; 
Thou, of all good gifts the best. 
Come, our bosom's inmost Guest. 

Bid Thy beams of Truth divine 
Brightly on our darkness shine : 
Light to every mind impart. 
Strength to every fainting heart. 





ADSIS SUP ERNE SPIRITUS. 195 

All the pomp and painted show 
Of the luring world o'erthrow, 
Lest its colors, falsely gay, 
Tempt us from Thy paths to stray. 

Let Thy lamp with splendor bright 
Far outshine each earthly light, 
That, from vanity set free, 
We may seek to rise to Thee. 

Distant far from Thee we roam ; 
Bring Thou then Thine exiles home : 
Guide to Thee each wandering soul. 
Thou our Road, and Thou our Goal. 

Glory to the Father be. 
Glory to the Son and Thee : 
May our breasts, even here below, 
With Thy glorious presence glow. 




THIRD VERSION. 

A paraphrase by Dr. Horatius Bonar, from his Hyjiins of Faith and Hope, 
Second Series, 1861. 

/"^OME, heavenly Spirit, come, 
^-^ Kind Father of the poor ! 
The Giver and the Gift, 
Enter my lowly door. 
Be Guest within my heart, 
Nor ever hence depart. 






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LATIN HYMNS. 




Thou the eternal Truth ! 

Into dark hearts steal in ; 
True Light, give light to souls 

Sunk in the night of sin ; 
True Strength, put forth Thy power 
For us in evil hour ! 

Ours is a world of wdles, 

Of beauteous vanities : 
Come, and in us destroy 

Its fair impurities, 
Lest, by its tempting arts. 
From Thee it steal our hearts. 

Unveil Thy glorious self 

To us, O Holy One, 
That Thou into our hearts 

Mayst shine. Thyself alone ! 
Saved from earth's vanities. 
To Thee we long to rise. 

Renew us, Holy One ! 

O purge us in Thy fire ; 
Refine us, heavenly Flame, 

Consume each low desire : 
Prepare us as a sacrifice. 
Well-pleasing in Thine eyes. 




Far from Thee we have lived, 
Exiles from home and Thee 
O bring us back in love, 





ADSIS SUP ERNE SPIRITUS. 1 97 

End our captivity. 
Be Thou the Way we wend, 
Be Thou that Way's blest End. 

Glory to the Father be, 

Glory to the equal Son, 
Glory to the Spirit be, 

Glory to the Three-in-One. 
Spirit, 'tis Thy breath divine 
Makes these hearts to burn and shine. 




FOURTH VERSION. 
By Edwin L. Blenkinsopp: from Lyra Messianica, 1S64. 

/^OME, O Spirit, graciously ! 
^-^ Fount of Light, shine lucidly 

In the gloomiest night : 
Be Thou Peace to weary souls ; 
When the turbid ocean rolls, 

Then let there be Light. 

Scatter far vain fantasies : 
Heal the wounded consciences 

Poisoned by their sin : 
Fill each heart with charity 
From Thy bounteous Deity 

Pouring Grace within. 

Charity which flows from Thee, 
Triple mail of charity, 
Gird around our heart ; 






LA TIN HYMNS. 

Lest our great nocturnal foe 
Slay us with a secret blow 
From his fiery dart. 

Guard the trembling penitent, 
Mingle peaceful heart-content 

With his anxious strife : 
Make the stream of flowing tears 
Lead on through the vale of years 

To eternal Life. 




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NUNC SANCTE NOBIS SPIRITUS. 

Wackernagel ascribes this to St. Ambrose, who died a.d. 397. Daniel in his 
first vohime calls it Ambrosian (a term applied to a mass of hymns resembling those 
of Ambrose in style and structm-e, though of later date) ; and in his fifth volume refers 
its first appearance to the 7th or Sth century. The earliest MS. of it is at Darmstadt, 
and of the Sth century. It has always been used at Terce (the third hour). The dox- 
ology is a later addition. Translation by the famous Dr. John Henry Newman, 
1836, from one of the Tracts for the Times. He has since rewritten it. 

r^OME, Holy Ghost, who ever One 
^-^ Art with the Father and the Son : 
Come, Holy Ghost, our souls possess 
With Thy full flood of holiness. 

Let mouth and heart and flesh combine 
To herald forth our creed divine ; 
And Love so wrap our mortal frame, 
Others may catch the living flame. 

Thou ever-blessed Three in One, 
O Father and coequal Son, 
O Holy Ghost the Comforter, 
Thy Grace on Thy redeemed confer. 






NUNC SANCTE NOBIS SPIRITUS. 1 99 



SECOND VERSION. 

John Chandler, Vicar of Witley, Surrey, and Rural Dean. From his Hymns 
of the Primitive Church, 1837 ; a very meritorious and important work. 

"DLEST Spirit, one v^ith God above, 
^^ Thou Source of life and holy love, 
O cheer us with Thy sacred beams, 
Refresh us with Thy plenteous streams. 

O may our lips confess Thy Name, 
Our holy lives Thy power proclaim : 
With love divine our hearts inspire, 
And fill us with Thy holy fire. 

O holy Father, holy Son, 
And Holy Spirit, Three in One, 
Thy grace devoutly we implore ; 
Thy Name be praised for evermore. 




THIRD VERSION. 

A free paraphrase, by Mrs. Jane Fox Crewdson, of Manchester: 1S09-1S63. 
From The Little While., and other Poems, 1864. 

OHOLY Spirit, who art One 
With God the Father, God the Son ; 
For the dear sake of Him who died, 
Let not my prayer be turned aside. 
But answer it, O Holy Dove, 
By breathing o'er my soul His Love. 






LATIN HYMNS. 

Oft as my feet approach Thy shrine, 

Upon my heart's affections shine ; 

And as my Hps Thy praises sing, 

O consecrate the offering ; 

And let Thy sanctifying Grace 

Make my whole soul Thy dwelling-place ! 

My Father, hallowed be Thy Name : 
And glory be to Him who came 
To take my flesh, and bear my load, 
And lead the sinner back to God : 
And be the psalm of praise to Thee, 
Great Paraclete, eternally. 




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O FONS AMORIS SPIRITUS. 

Of unknown origin. Version by John Chandler, 1837. 

f'\ HOLY Spirit, Lord of grace, 
^^ Eternal Source of Love, 
Inflame, we pray, our inmost hearts 

With fire from Heaven above- 
As Thou dost join with holiest bonds 

The Father and the Son, 
So fill Thy saints with mutual love 

And link their hearts in one. 

To God the Father, God the Son, 
And God the Holy Ghost, 

Eternal glory be from man. 
And from the angel-host. 






SANCTI SPIRITUS ADSIT NOBIS GRATIA. 20I 

SECOND VERSION. 

Isaac Williams, 1839. 

r"^ SPIRIT, Fount of Love, 
^^ Unlock Thy temple door, 

And on our spirits pour 
Thy day spring from above. 

O Thou of the great Three 

Who art the Union, 

Unite us all in one 
In bonds of charity. 

Glory to God on high, 

And Him that cometh down 

Poor fallen man to own, 
And Spirit ever nigh. 




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SANCTI SPIRITUS ADSIT NOBIS GRATIA. 

By NoTKER, a monk of St. Gall: died about 912; author of the famous h\'mn, 
" In the midst of life we are in death," and introducer of a new style of sacred poetry. 
This sequence, says the translator, "was in use all over Europe, even in those coun- 
tries, like Italy and Spain, which usually rejected sequences. In the Missal of Palencia 
the priest is ordered to hold a white dove in his hand while intoning the first syllables, 
and then to let it go." — Prose version by Dr. John Mason Neale, in his Mediceval 
Hymns and Sequences, second edition, 1S63. 

^ I ^HE Grace of the Holy Ghost be present with us ; 
And make our hearts a dwelling-place to Itself; 
And expel from them all spiritual wickedness. 
Merciful Spirit, Illuminator of men. 







202 LATIN HYMNS. 

Purge the fearful shades of our mind. 

O holy Lover of thoughts that are ever wise, 

Of Thy mercy pour forth Thine Anointing into 

our senses. 
Thou Purifier of all iniquities, O Spirit, 
Purify the eye of our inner man, 
To the end that the Father of all things may be 

seen by us, 
He, whom the eyes of none save the pure in heart 

can behold. 
Thou didst inspire the Prophets to chant aforehand 

their glorious heralding of Christ. 
Thou didst confirm the Apostles, so that they shall 

bear Christ's glorious trophy through the whole 

world. 
When, by His Word, God made the system of 

heaven, earth, seas. 
Thou didst stretch out Thy Godhead over the 

waters, and didst cherish them, O Spirit! 
Thou dost give virtue to the waters to quicken 

souls ; 
Thou, by Thine inspiration, grantest to men to be 

spiritual. 
Thou didst unite the world, divided both in tongues 

and rites, O Lord ! 
Thou recallest idolaters to the worship of God, 

Best of masters ! 
Wherefore of Thy mercy hear us who call upon 

Thee, Holy Ghost, 
Without Whom, as the faith teaches, all our prayers 

are in vain, and unworthy of the ears of God. 






SANCTI SPIRITUS ADSIT NOBIS GRATIA. 203 

Thou, O Spirit, who by embracing the saints of all 
ages, dost teach them by the impulse of Thy 
Divinity ; 

Thyself, by bestowing on the Apostles of Christ a 
Gift immortal, and unheard of from all ages, 

Hast made this day glorious. 




A METRICAL VERSION. 

By Erastus C. Benedict, LL.D., of the New York Bar, translator of The 
Hymn of Hildeberi, and other Mediceval Hymns. Contributed. 

r^OME Holy Spirit, v^ith Thy Grace, 

^^ And make our hearts Thy dwelling-place, 

Our vices all expelling. 
Thou onl}^ Source of light divine, 
Come, chase away, with beams of Thine, 

The darkness in us dwelling. 

Lover of thoughts forever wise, 
Do Thou our senses exercise, 

Thine unction on them pouring. 
Spirit that cleanseth every Sin, 
Come purify our eye within, 

The soul to sight restoring. 

For then. Almighty Maker, we 
May face to face look up to Thee, 

The sacred precept showing. 
That none, except the pure in heart, 
Can ever see Thee as Thou art. 

Thy presence ever knowing. 






204 LA TIN HYMNS. 

When by His Word, God called to birth, 
The frame of sea and skies and earth, 

Thou on the waters moving, 
With gracious goodness didst incline 
To cherish them with power divine. 

The Spirit's Godhead proving. 

Thou dost the waters fructify, 
And there the gift of life supply, 

Thy breath the gift bestowing. 
Thou Spirit, breathing on the soul, 
Dost bring it in Thine own control, 

Like Thee in spirit growing. 

Thou, holy prophets didst impel 
The coming Saviour to foretel, 

By inspiration teaching. 
Thou strengthenedst His Apostles too. 
To bear the cross the nations thi'ough, 

His blessed Gospel preaching. 

And Thou this day hast glorious made ; 
And here. Thy wondrous power displayed 

The spread of truth presages. 
The apostles' faith Thou didst restore. 
By gifts to them unknown before, 

Unheard in all the asfes. 




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And here in one Thy power unites 
The world, which man}'- tongues and rites 
In former times divided. 






ALMUM FLA MEN, VITA MUNDI. 205 

Thou Best of masters, by Thy Grace, 
Idolaters in every place 

To worship God are guided. 

Then, Holy Ghost, with willing ear 
We pray Thee now our prayers to hear, 

Without Thee unavailing. 
Thou who Thy saints hast always taught, 
To Thy embrace they must be brought : 

Now make our prayers prevailing. 

oO>®<Oo 




ALMUM FLAMEN, VITA MUNDI. 



Authorship and date unknown. Partial version by Dr. Herbert Kynaston, a 
London Rector; born 1809. From his Occasional Hymns, 1S62. There is another 
translation, in seven nine-line verses, in Edward Caswall's Poems, 1858. 



/^^ENIAL Spirit, earth's Emotion, 
^-"^ Pulsing with the gush of love, 
Source of life to land and ocean, 
Sun and moon and stars above ; 
Life of life, on all beneath 
Breathing joy and living breath. 
Only rest and motion giving, 
Spirit, to all creatures living ! 

Come, eternal God, Creator, 

With Thy sevenfold gifts endued, 

Waning earth's Regenerator, 
Peaceful Giver of all good ; 






2o6 



LA TIN HYMNS. 

Comfort of the weary heart, 
Joy to all where'er Thou art ; 
Once the Babel tongues' delusion, 
Now the living Word's diffusion ! 

O'er the darkling waters moving, 

Ere one ray was on the deep, 
All its chaos clouds reproving, 

Stirring all its might}^ sleep ; 

Softly then the ruined earth 

Waking to its second birth. 
O'er the fountain depths exuding 
With Thy dove-like pinions brooding ! 

With Thy blasts the trumpets seven 
Widely through the earth were blown, 

Where the angel stood, from heaven 
Thundered out before the throne ; 
All the world beneath the skies 
Lighting to the Gospel-prize, 

From the fiery arrows shielding 

With Thy sevenfold buckler's wielding. 







IGNIS SPIRITUS PARACLITL 207 



O IGNIS SPIRITUS PARACLITL 

This lovely sequence is ascribed to St. Hildegarde, Abbess of the Cloister 
Rupertsburg near Bingen : died 1179 or 1197. It was printed by Monk, I. 234: here 
is his account of it. '" A MS. of the 12th century at Wiesbaden, containing the letters 
of Hildegarde, gives this hymn with the music : the hymn was probably written by her. 
In the several parts, assonances and even rhymes are noticeable, but there is no 
regular division into correspondent verses, as in the tropes and sequences. Hilde- 
garde appears no longer to have recognized the rules of Notker's sequences, and 
probably held them to be unmetrical hymns, like the Latin psalms." The original is 
also in Daniel, V. 201. Translated by Richard Frederic Littledale, D.C.L., 
a voluminous author and eminent Churchman ; and contributed by him to Lyra Mes- 
siaiiica, 1S64: afterwards inserted in TJie People's Hyinnal, 1867. 

r\ FIRE of God the Comforter, O Life of all that 

^^ live, 

Holy art Thou to quicken us, and holy, strength to 

give : 
To heal the broken-hearted ones, their sorest wounds 

to bind, 
O Spirit of all holiness, O Lover of mankind ! 
O sweetest taste within the breast, O Grace upon us 

poured, 
That saintly hearts may give again their perfume 

to the Lord. 
O purest Fountain ! we can see, clear mirrored in 

Thy streams, 
That God brings home the wanderers, that God the 

lost redeems. 
O Breastplate strong to guard our life, O Bond of 

unity, 
O Dwellingplace of Righteousness, save all who 

trust in Thee : 
Defend those who in dungeon dark are prisoned by 

the foe. 







2o8 LATIN HYMNS. 

And, for Thy will is aye to save, let Thou the cap- 
tives go. 
O surest Way, that through the height and through 

the lowest deep 
And through the earth dost pass, and all in firmest 

union keep ; 
From Thee the clouds and ether move, from Thee 

the moisture flows, 
From. Thee the waters draw their rills, and earth 

with verdure glows. 
And Thou dost ever teach the wise, and freely on 

them pour 
The inspiration of Thy gifts, the gladness of Thy 

lore. 
All praise to Thee, O Joy of life, O Hope and 

Strength, we raise, 
Who givest us the prize of Light, who art Thyself 

all Praise. 




ANOTHER VERSION. 

By the Rev. T. G. Crippen: from his Ancient Hyni7is and Poems, London, 
1868. Of Dr. Littledale's version, above given, he says: "It is thought that the 
following imitation, though somewhat diluted, will give a more correct idea of the char- 
acter of the original." 

COMFORTER, Thou uncreated Fire, 
Who dost each living thing with life inspire ! 
Holy art Thou, to quicken all the creatures Thou 

hast made ; 
Holy art Thou, to sorely broken hearts affording 

aid; 







O IGNIS SPIRIT US PARACLITI. 209 

Holy art Thou, to cleanse the wounds of souls by 

sin betrayed. 
O Breath of Holiness, O Fire of Love, 
Sweet Savor in our breasts. Who there dost move, 
Infusing virtue's fragrant odors from above. 
O Purest Fount, reflected in whose streams 
We see, enlightened by Truth's radiant beams. 
How God brings in the aliens, and the lost redeems. 
Armor of life, and Hope of unity. 

Cheering each member in distress, 
Thou Corner-stone of righteousness, 
O save the blessed souls that wait on Thee, 
And rescue those who in a living grave 
Are prisoned by the ancient foe ; 
Unloose their bonds, and let them go : 
For godly might is Thine, and will to save. 
O Thou sure Way, who passing up the steep 
Of Heaven, o'er earth, and through the lowest 

deep, 
Combinest each with each, and dost in union keep ; 
By Thee are clouds upborne, the breezes blow. 
The rocks drink moisture, and the waters flow 
In streams, and smilinrr earth with verdure is aijlow. 
And Thou dost teach the wise yet more and more, 
Making them glad with Thy celestial lore. 
Therefore to Thee be praise, who art the Music of 

all praise, 
The Joy of life, and Hope, and Glory passing mor- 
tal gaze ; 
Giver of light that shines above through everlasting 
days. 

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2IO 



LATIN HYMNS. 




AMOR PATRIS ET FILII. 

From tlie Missal of Liege, i3tli century: author unknown. Dr. Neale calls it 
" A very admirable sequence: it seems as if the poet liad the Vetii Creator before 
his eyes when writing it. In some respects it resembles the Notkerian, in others the 
Victorine sequences." Translation by Dr. Richard F. Littledale, in Lyra Mes- 
siaiiica, 1864. 



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OVE of Father and of Son, 
True and glorious helping One, 
Comforter and Hope of all : 
Of the saints unfading Light, 
Prize of those that do aright, 
Lifter up of them that fall : 
Giver of all holiness, 
Fortitude and blessedness, 
Lover of all righteousness, 
Gracious, and of perfect might, 
Merciful and infinite ; 
Ever dearest, purest, 
Wisest, strongest, surest, 
Ever most unfailing Trust, 
Ever tender, ever just ; 
Lightener of hearts, through whom the Father and 

the Son we find. 
Spirit of counsel, Balm for sin, Giver of joy, and 
Source of mind ; 

Unchanging, gentle, lowly, 
Unconquered, noble, holy. 
Ever loving, ever swift, 
, Most divine and chosen Gift ; 
Understanding clear bestowing. 





VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS, 211 

Giver of affection glowing, 
Truth in Love forever showing ; 
The Spirit of the Father, 
The Spirit of the Word, 
The Comforter who quickeneth, 
The Finger of the Lord ; 
Higliest, sweetest, kindest, best, 
Bountiful and lowliest ; 
Who as He wills, and when He wills, 
And where He wills, His Grace instils. 
Teaches, fills, and lifts. 
Enriches with His gifts : 
To gladden the Apostles, to take their grief away. 
The Spirit of all knowledge, He comes to earth 

to-day : 
He comes in all His fulness, the everlasting Lord, 
And the Fount of perfect Wisdom upon their souls 
is poured. 

oOj^O-o 

VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS, SPIRITUS RECREATOR. 



Adam of St. Victor, the most prolific, and probably the greatest, of the medi- 
Eeval hymnists Born either in England or Brittany, he studied at Paris, and about 
A.D. 1130 entered the monastery whence his name is taken, in the suburbs of that city. 
He died "somewhere between 1172 and 1192." The majority of his hymns, which 
had been lost, were discovered recently by M. Gautikr, and the whole, amounting 
to 106, published at Paris in 1858. 

Adam's style is florid, heavily charged with metaphors, allusions and symbols, so 
as to be at times hardly intelligible to ordinary modern readers. Archbishop Trench 
says: " His most zealous admirers will hardly deny that he prishes too far, and plays 
overmuch with, his skill in the typical application of the Old Testament. So too they 
must own that sometimes he is unable to fuse with a perfect success his manifold 
learned allusion into the passion of his poetry. . . His hymns have oftentimes as 
great a theological, as poetical or even devotional interest, the first indeed sometimes 
preponderating to the injury of the last." Because of this, in the hymns of his which 








212 



LATIN HYMNS. 



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follow, we have tliought it necessary to omit a few unedlfying verses. Spite of these 
faults and others, however, the same critic pronounces him "foremost among the 
Sacred Latin poets of the middle ages." Translation by Mrs. Elizabeth Charles, 
author of The Sclionherg-Cotta Fajnily and other popular tales : from her very inter- 
esting and important work. The Voice of Christian Life i7i Sojig^ 1858. 

r^OME, Creator Spirit higii, 

^^ Recreating ever ; 

Given and giving from the sky, 

Thou the Gift and Giver. 
Thou the Law within us writ, 
Finger Thou that writest it. 

Inspired and Inspirer ! 

With Thy sevenfold graces good 

Sevenfold gifts be given, 
For sevenfold beatitude 

And petitions seven. ^ 
Thou the pure unstained Snow, 
That shall never sullied flow ; 
Fire, that burns not though it glow ; 
Wrestler, ne'er defeat to know. 

Giving words of wisdom. 

Kindle Thou Thyself in us. 

Thou both Light and Fire ; 
Thou Thyself still into us. 
Breath of Life, inspire ! 
Thou the Ray and Thou the Sun, 
Sent and Sender, Thee we own : 
Of the blessed Three in One, 
Thee we suppliant call upon. 
Save us now and ever. 

J The seven petitions in the Lord's Prayer. 






VENI, SUM ME CONSOLATOR. 213 



VENI, SUMME CONSOLATOR. 

Adam of St. Victor. Trench calls this "a very grand" hymn: it was first 
published by Gautier, iSsS. The rendering (which we do not give entire) is by 
William John Blew, in Lyra Mystica, 1865. It is there headed, " After A.A?ca\ 
of St. Victor," and is a paraphrase, or original poem founded on the Latin, rather than 
a translation. The ideas however are Adam's. 

TTEALTH of the helpless, Crown of consolation, 
Giver of Life, sweet Hope of man's salvation, 
Come with Thy Grace, O come, 
Sun of the soul, and let Thy sunlight shine. 
And warm with Love's soft glow the hearts of 

Thine ; 
And o'er the freshening field of Christendom 
Drop fatness, Dew divine ; 
Till day by day, and hour by hour, 
Fed with the fulness of Thy power, 
Every woodland, every bower, 
Burst into leaf and fruit and flower. 

Filled with true Life's best food 
From Thee, the Fountain of all good. 

Thou hearest the Dew fall on earth, where it lies, 
From the River Thou hearest the Vapor arise, 
And the scent of sweet Odor Thou knowest, whereby 
Thy faith can the presence of Godhead descry : 

Dew, that from the Godhead bursts. 
Whereof who deepest drinks the more he thirsts ; 

Thirsting ever with a glow 

Quenchless as the Spirit's flow, 

Flowing alway, alway blessing : 

Thirst that knoweth no repressing. 







214 LATIN HYMNS. 

By Him the wave is consecrate 
Where for new birth the holy people wait, 

The water on whose face was borne 

God's Spirit at Creation's morn. 

Fount, of all holiness the Spring, 
Whence flows true love abroad. 

Clear Fount that cleanseth from all sin, 
Fount from the font of God ; 

Great Fount, all fountains hallowing, 
Without all blessing and all God within. 

Fire of flint, with naught of wood. 
Faring forth in mystic flood, 
Kid consuming. Fire of Heaven, 
Feeding on the dread unleaven, 
Fire, all earthly fire unlike, 
On the altar of our heart 
Strike the spark of light, O strike 
The flame there still to burn and never thence 
depart. 

Shadow of the maidens seven, 

Seven that compassed the One ; 
Type of the very Truth of fleaven 

That through all things dost run ; 
All-quickener, that with Life the world dost warm, 

O Spirit septiform : 
In several shape outlined. 
Yet varying not in kind, 
Forefend it ever, that we say 

Of Thee, the almighty Mind, 







VENI, SUM ME CONSOLATOR. 215 

That Thou dost form obey, 
To form and shape confined. 

Fire of Life, Life-giving Spring, 
Cleanse our hearts, and thither bring 
Thy gifts of Grace, to enrich them and to bless ; 
That kindled by the flame of charity, 
Meet offering we become to Thee 
Of love and holiness. 
Breath of the Father and the Son, Thou best 

Leech of the sinful, Solace of the sad. 
Strength of the weak, the worn wayfarer's Rest, 
Health of the sick, make Thou the mourner ijlad. 
Holy Love, like virgin's chaste, 
Fire of soul, yet maiden-pure, 
Those whom evil passions waste 
May Thine hallowed unction cure. 

Voice of voices manifold. 
Subtle Voice, by sound untold, 
In the ear, and in the breast, 
Voice to each that whisperest : 
Voice enbreathed into the blest. 
Stilly Voice and secret — Voice 
Making men of peace rejoice, 
Voice of sweetness. Voice of bliss, 
Voice of voices, ours be this 
Sounding through our inmost heart : 

Light that bidst all lies depart. 
Light that falsehood's router art. 







2l6 LATIN HYMNS. 

Light that drawest unto Thee 
Faith and Truth and Verity ; 
Light, vouchsafe to us, to all, 
Life and health and wealth, that we. 
Lit with Light perennial, 
Live in sunshine that shall be 
Brightening everlastingly. 

oO^gcJO-o 




SIMPLEX IN ESSENTIA. 



Adam of St. Victor. The first half of this hymn (after the opening stanza), 
says Archbishop Trench, is " in the true spirit of St. Paul and St. Augustine, and 
hardly to be fully understood without reference to the writings of the latter, above all 
to his Anti-palagian tracts ; wherein he continually contrasts, as Adam does here, the 
killing letter of the Old, and the quickening spirit of the New Covenant. A few chap- 
ters of his treatise De Spiritu et Litera^ c. 13-17, would furnish the best commentary 
on these lines." 

This important poem has never, to my knowledge, been presented in an English 
dress before. I have the pleasure of offering two versions, both made for this Collec- 
tion. The first is by Dr. Edward A. Washburn, Rector of Calvary Church, New 
York. ' The fifth verse is here omitted, and some liberty taken with the last : these two 
in the original are of unequal length and inferior merit. With these exceptions, says 
the translator, "it is as literally done, as I could while keeping the double-endings." 



'' I ^HOU, who One in Essence livest, 
"^ Sevenfold in the Grace Thou givest, 

Holy Spirit, on us shine ! 
All the shadows o'er us brooding, 
All the snares our flesh deluding. 

Lighten by Thy beam divine. 

Clad in fear, in darkness clouded. 
Came the Law in figure shrouded : 







SIMPLEX IN ESSENTIA. 217 

Now behold the Gospel ray, 
Now the Spirit's wisdom better, 
Hidden by the leafy letter, 

Open into perfect day. 

'Neath the mount the people trembled : 
In the upper room assembled, 

Heard a few the word of Grace : 
Nobler law than Sinai telling, 
Newer precepts, gifts excelling, 

Learn we in that holy place. 

Trumpet clang and fiery wonder, 
Midnight and the muttering thunder, 

Bickering lamps and sounds of dread. 
Shook the Hebrew, conscience-stricken ; 
But the love it could not quicken, 

By the Oil of gladness shed. 

See the fathers, fore-appointed, 
God's ambassadors anointed, 

Break the chains of human 'ill : 
Raining truth, and judgment pealing. 
With new tongues and doctrines healing, 

Heavenly signs attend them still. 

See, the sick they kindly cherish : 
Man's lost nature, nigh to perish, 

Love divine will seek, will find : 
But the guilty, past repentance. 
Scourge they with pursuing sentence ; 

Theirs to loose, and theirs to bind. 






2l8 LATIN HYMNS. 

This the time to by-gone ages, 
If you search the mystic pages, 

In the Jubilee foreshowed ; 
Lo ! the long-descried fulfilling, 
When three thousand converts willing 

Bloomed within the Church of God. 

Jubilee ! the glorious token. 

When the captive's bonds were broken, 

Rose anew Redemption's morn ; 
So from sin's dark, hapless prison. 
By the law of love newrisen, 

Sons of God are we freeborn. 




ANOTHER VERSION. 
By the Rev. Samuel W. Duffield, of Bergen, N.J. Contributed. 

OINGLE in essential place, 

^^ But of sevenfold power and grace, 

May the Spirit shine on us ; 
May the light divinely shown 
For all gloom of heart atone 

And temptations perilous. 

Law in symbols went before us. 

Dark with threats of judgment o'er us, 

Ere we saw the Gospel rays : 
May the Spirit of the sages, 
Hidden in their lettered pages, 

Venture forth in open ways. 






SIMPLEX IN ESSENTIA. 219 

Law men heard from mountain-peaks : 
Unto few the New Grace speaks 

Softly in a room above : 
Thus the spot itself is teaching 
Which are best within our reaching, 

Works of Law, or words of Love. 

Flame and trumpet sounding loud. 
Thunder through the smoky shroud, 

Sudden-flashing lightnings, — those 
Strike a terror to the soul ; 
Nourishing no sweet control 

Which the Spirit's gift bestows. 

Thus the sundered Sinai thundered, 

Fixing Law on guilty man : 
Law most fearful and uncheerful. 

Crushing sin by rigid plan. 

But the fathers long selected 
And by power divine directed. 

How they loose the bonds of sin ! 
Words refreshing, threats astounding. 
Through new tongues in concord sounding ; 

Thus their miracles begin. 

Showing care for them that languish. 
Sparing man, they spare not anguish : 

In pursuit of evil things 
Smiting sinners and reminding : 
Onl}^ loosing, only binding, 

By the power which freedom brings. 







220 LATIN HYMNS. 

Type of Jubilee returning 

In that day — if thou art learning 

Mysteries of holy time — 
On the which three thousand hearino- 
Came in faith, no longer fearing, 

And the Church sprang up sublime. 

Jubilee, for so they knew it 

Who were changed and succored through it, 

Since it freely called unto it 

Debts and doubts, and set them right. 
May the lovingkindness spoken 
Unto us, distrest and broken, 
Give release and, as a token. 

Make us worthy of the light. 




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PART OF A HYMN OF ADAM OF ST. VICTOR. 

Translated in Edward Caswall's Poems, iSsS. 

r\ INEXHAUSTIVE Fount of Light ! 
^^^ How does Thy radiance put to flight 

The darkness of the mind ! 
The pure are only pure through Thee ; 
Thou only dost the guilty free. 

And cheer with light the blind. 

Thou to the lowly dost display 
The beautiful, and perfect way 
Of justice and of peace : 







O INEXHAUSTIVE FOUNT OF LIGHT I 221 

Shunning the proud and stubborn heart, 
Thou to the simple dost impart 
True wisdom's rich increase. 

Thou teaching, naught remains obscure : 
Thou present, every thought impure 

Is banished from the breast ; 
And full of cheerfulness serene 
The conscience, sanctified and clean. 

Enjoys a perfect rest. 

Dear Soother of the troubled heart ! 
At Thine approach all cares depart, 

And melancholy grief: 
More balmy than the summer breeze, 
Thy presence lulls all agonies, 

And lends a sweet relief. 

Thy Grace eternal Truth instils, 
The ignorant with knowledge fills, 

Awakens those who sleep ; 
Inspires the tongue, informs the eye, 
Expands the heart with charity. 

And comforts all who weep. 

O Thou the weary pilgrim's Rest ! 
Solace of all that are opprest, 

Befriender of the poor : 
O Thou in whom the wretched find 
A sweet Consoler ever kind. 

A Refuge ever sure ! 






222 LATIN HYMNS. 

Teach us to aim at Heaven's high prize, 
And for its glory to despise 

The world and all below : 
Cleanse us from sin ; direct us right ; 
Illuminate us with Thy Light ; 

Thy peace on us bestow. 

And as Thou didst in days of old 
On the first Shepherds of the Fold 

In tongues of flame descend, 
Now also on its pastors shine, 
And flood with fire of Grace divine 

The world from end to end ! 

Lord of all sanctity and might. 
Immense, immortal, infinite. 

The Life of Earth and Heaven ! 
Be, through eternal length of days, 
All honor, glory, blessing, praise, 

And adoration given. 

o-O^QtJoo 




SPIRITUS SANCTE, PIE PARACLITE. 

HiLDEBERT, bisliop of Maiis (1097), and Archbishop of Tours (1125) : died 1133. 
This fine hymn, which seems to have hitherto escaped the attention of translators, is 
of very irregular and complicated structure, full of alliteration and interlaced rhymes. 
Our version was made for this work by Dr. E. A. Washburn of New York, and 
is in his judgment the most satisfactory of several experiments by him in different 
measures. 

r\ PIOUS Paraclete ! O Holy Spirit ! 
^^ Love of the Father and the blessed Son ! 
Goodness of each, the Heart of their twin-Being, 
Kindness Thou art. Sweetness and Joy in one. 






SPIRITUS SANCTE, PIE PARACLITE. 223 




O Cliain, the highest God with man allying, 
Strength, man uplifting to the Power divine, 

Meek, lowly, pure, the vain world purifying; 
All worship due, all honor true be Thine ! 

Voice, sweetly singing to the exiles lonely, 
Music, still ringing 'mid the city's mirth ; 

For those in fell despair their Solace only, 
For these a prayer for joys beyond the earth. 

Inspirer of the good, Consoler, Healer 

Of all who mourn, Enlightener of the blind, 

Purger of every lie, and the Revealer 
Of mysteries that try the groping mind. 

Thou boldest up the weak ; all those who perish 
Dost kindly seek, dost gather all that stray ; 

The fainting and the fallen ever cherish, 
And tread before us in our toilsome way. 

Ripening our early love, the soul perfected 
Thou drawest above from slimy pools of sin, 

Into the happy road of peace directed. 

Fair Wisdom's hall through cloud it enters in. 



Pillar of sanctity, and Bi-ead of chasteness ! 

Gem of all gentleness, in want our Balm, 
Increase of generous wealth, the upright's Fastness, 

The wretched's Port of health, the captive's Arm. 






224 LATIN HYMNS. 

Spirit of Truth, all brother-hearts embracing ! 

Judge of the world, as once Thou didst create, 
With honors glad the worthy alway gracing ; 

Shaminof the bad with his self-chosen fate. 

Thou blowest where Thou listest ; out of error 
Dost lead the doubting, and with knowledge fill : 

Thy might our weakness stays in sudden terror ; 
Thou rulest in sure ways of wisdom still. 

Order that beauty to each creature giveth. 

Beauty that ordereth each with grace from Thee, 

In word, in deed, in thought, in all things liveth, 
Words sooth, deeds truth, thoughts of Thy purity. 

Good Gift and perfect Good ! Thine every motion 
Of intellect, of heart ! on each endeavor 

Thy Spirit waits ; shapes, guides our true devotion, 
And at Heaven's gates crowneth the blest forever. 







DISCENBI, AMOR SANTO. 225 




(from the ITALIAN.) 

DISCENDI, AMOR SANTO. 




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Bianco da Siena {died 1434) was of a good family, and entered in 1367 the 
Order of Jesuates, founded that year, and composed of laymen who followed the rule 
of S Augustine, and engaged in benevolent labors. He is said to have lived long at 
Venice. His Spiritual Songs, 92 in number, were printed at Lucca in 1851. Three 
of them (this being cue) were translated by Dr. Richard Frederick Littleuale, 
in The People's Hyin}ial, iZiij. 



/^OME down, O Love divine ! 

^^ Seek Thou this soul of mine, 
And visit it with Thine own ardor glowing. 

O Comforter, draw near. 

Within my heart appear, 
And kindle it, Thy holy flame bestowing. 

O let it freely burn. 

Till earthly passions turn 
To dust and ashes in its heat consuming : 

And let Thy glorious Light 

Shine ever on my sight. 
And clothe me round, the while my path illuming. 

Let holy Charity 

Mine outward vesture be. 
And lowliness become mine inner clothing, 

True lowliness of heart. 

Which takes the humbler part, 
And o'er its own shortcomings weeps with loa.thing. 

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226 



ITALIAN HYMN. 




And so the yearning strong 

With which the soul will long 
Shall far outpass the power of human telling, 

For none can guess its grace 

Till he become the place 
Wherein the Holy Spirit makes His dwelling. 








GERMAN HYMNS. 



The hymnic provision of Germany is supposed to be the largest and finest in the 
world. It is dangerous to pronounce on so wide a subject without an exhaustive 
knowledge of it, in all languages: but the German hymns, however much or little 
more numerous than our own, are certainly sounder, purer, wholesomer. Devotion 
in them is more spontaneous ; she moves less awkwardly and seems to feel at home. 
We however are doing better now, since we lately began to study other hymns than 
those native to our own soil and tongue. 

The German stock may well be larger than ours, for they got two centuries the 
start of us. " The trade of hymn-making," which our ancestors did not seriously take 
up till Dr. Watts' time, on the continent began with the Reformation, and was pushed 
vigorously forward from that on. The Germans have perhaps no one hymnist of the 
preeminence (in their different ways) of Wesley and Watts ; but they have a chain, 
extending through the last 350 years, of writers far above the average of ours. Suffi- 
cient information on this subject is given in Miss Winkvvorth's Sacred Poets of 
Germany, 1S69, and the Rev. Theodore Kubler's Historical Notes to the Lyra 
Gennanica, London, 1865. For students of the originals, an invaluable Thesaurus is 
Knapp's Liederschatz, 1S37, 1850, containing over 3000 hymns: and another, Wack- 
ernagel's Kirchenleider. For important smaller books, the Chevalier Bunsen's 
Collection, 1S33, was chiefly used by Miss Winkworth : and in America Dr. Schaff's 
Deutsches Gesangbuch, Philadelphia, i860, is made with great judgment and taste. 

Of translators into English, J. C. Jacobi, 1722, seems to have been the first who 
did much. John Wesley, 1739-40, rendered or paraphrased some 40 German 
hymns, and often gi-andly : his work indeed is a unique phenomenon, which no succes- 
sors have equalled or are likely to equal. Habebkorn (1760) and the Moravian versi- 
fiers are of very inferior quality. But most of our stores in this department, like 
those of Latin origin, are recent contributions: and one benefactor outwe'ghs all 
others in claims to our gratitude. Miss Catherine Winkworth, by the amount 
and quality at once of her translations, reigns unquestioned in this field. She has been 
preceded or followed, at a distance, but with more or less eminent ability, by Miss 
Cox, Russell, Massie, Miss Borthwick {Hymns from the Land of LtU her, 1S54- 
62), and others, who, except the last-mentioned, are represented in our pages. 






O Holy Ghost, Thou precious Gift, 

Thou Comforter unfaiHng, 
O'er Satan's snares our souls uplift, 

And let Thy power availing 
Avert our woes and calm our dread : 
For us the Saviour's Blood was shed ; 

We trust in Thee to save us. 

Nicholas Von Hofe, 1529. 

O Holy Ghost, Thou Fire of Love ! 

Enkindle with Thy flame my will ; 
Come with Thy strength, Lord, from above, 

Help me Thy bidding to fulfil : 
Forgive that I so oft have done 
What I as sinful ought to shun ; 
Let me with pure and quenchless fire 
Thy favor and Thyself desire. 

Angelus Silesius, 1657. 

O Spirit of the Lord, all Life is Thine ! 

Now fill Thy Church with life and power divine. 

That many children may be born to Thee, 

And spread Thy knowledge like the boundless sea. 

A. G. Spangenberg, 1747. 

O Comforter of priceless worth, ' 

Send peace and unity on earth ; 

Support us in our final strife, 

And lead us out of death to Life. 

Luther, 1542. 

O Holy Spirit, at the end. 
Sweet Comforter, be Thou my Friend ! 
When Death and Hell assail me sore. 
Leave me, O leave me, nevermore. 
But bear me safely through the strife. 
As Thou hast promised, into Life ! 

Nicholas Selnecker, 1587. 







f^ LOVING Spirit, the Cleanser of our sins, and Restorer 
^^ of all innocence, and especial Restorer of sanctification, 
fill me with the Spirit of wisdom and understanding, the Spirit 
of counsel and ghostly strength, the Spirit of knowledge and true 
godliness, and the Spirit of Thy fear and love Clear off all the 
rust of my sins, that I may be confounded for the errors of my past 
frailty : but lead me into all true knowledge, and guard me from 
all wickedness, depravity, and worldly-mindedness, from the 
attacks and assaults of all my enemies, visible and invisible, and 
lead me to the grace and glory of Thy kingdom. Who livest and 
reignest with the Father and the Son, one God blessed forever. 
Amen. 

/^ GENTLE Spirit, Fountain, Source, and Consummation of 
^"■^^ all goodness, mercifully wipe away the pollutions of my 
mind, and make me fruitful by watering me within with the dew of 
Thy blessing. Open Thy unfaihng treasures of piety and knowl- 
edge. Give a teachable disposition and an active intellect, a 
courteous tongue flowing with pleasing converse : grant me 
to hold fast the line of rectitude and equity : to discern true 
from false, right from wrong, and to prefer and reverence Thee 
above all things, who art the true Arbiter and Disposer of life. 
Amen. 







GERMAN HYMNS. 



MARTIN LUTHER, 14S3-1546. 

The great Reformer wrote 36 or more hymns (the number is variously estimated), 
which formed no inconsiderable part of the machinery of the German Reformation. 
Says the Rev Theodore Kubler {Historical Notes to the Ly7-a Gennanica : Lon- 
don, 1S65), "These simple, childlike, yet strong, fervent, and joyful hymns were 
printed at first on single sheets with the times ; they spread like wildfire, and greatly 
promoted the work of the Reformation ' Luther,' said the Romanists, 'has done us 
more harm by his songs than by his sermons.' In the years 1524 and 1525, when 
Luther composed most of his hymns, four printers in Erfurt alone were fully engaged 
in publishing them." 

Luther's Spiritual Songs^ as he preferred to call them, have in the mass found 
at least three translators: the Rev. John Anderson, Edinburgh, 1S46 : John Hunt, 
Loudon, 1S53: and Mr. Richard Massie, London, 1S54. The two former versions 
are of small poetic value. Three of Luther's hymns are for Whitsuntide : we give 
several renderings of each. Their historic importance, and the great influence they 
have exerted, rather than any special intrinsic beauty, demand for them a prominent 
and large place in this collection. 



KOMM HEILIGER GEIST, HERRE GOTT. 

This hymn has an abundant history of its own. ' Says Mr. Kubler: "This is 
Luther's amplification of an old German version of the Latin Antiphona de Spiritu 
Sancto ( Veni Sancte Spiritiis). Luther added two verses to the one which he already 
found in use, and his hymn, with its old tune, was first published in 1524. It spread 
rapidly among the common people, in proof of which the fact may be adduced, that in 
the Peasants' War it was sung by the fanatical peasants at the bloody battle of Fran- 
kenhausen, in the year 1526. For when the Landgrave Philip of Hesse gave the 
signal for the attack against them, the peasants remained unmoved, neither retreating 
nor defendmg themselves, but waiting for the miraculous help of God, which their 
leader Thomas MUnzer had predicted ; they began to sing this Pentecostal hynui, and 
continued singing, until 50,000 of them were slain and the rest dispersed. 

"When Leonhard Kayser, on account of his Evangelical preaching, was burned 
alive in Passau on the i6th August, 1527, he asked the people to sing this hymn 
while he was tied to the stake. This they did, and when the flames rose high, he was 
heard several times to call, ' Jesu, I am Thine, save nie ! ' " And so he died. It has 
since often been used by ministers of the Gospel, not only in their preaching, but also 
on their dying beds. In many churches it was the standing hymn at the opening of 






KOMM HEILIGER GEIST. . 231 



divine service. A family in Silesia sang it during a fearful storm in 1535, when the roof 
of their house was blown away, but they themselves escaped without any injuries. 
The wife of the celebrated Frederic Perthes in Hamburg, the daughter of Matthias 
Claudius, wrote to her son, who was studying at the University, on his birthday: " My 
most earnest birthday wish and prayer for you is — 

' Thou strong Defence, Thou Holy Light, 
Teach him to know our God aright. 
And call Him Father from the heart: 
The Word of Life and Truth impart, 
That he may love not doctrines strange, 
Nor e'er to other teachers range. 
But Jesus for his Master own. 
And put his trust in Him alone.' 

" My beloved child, may God fulfil this prayer to you ! ' 

The original of v. i is given by Wackernagel, and after him by Kubler : its 
identity with the great hymn of Robert of France extends no further than the first line. 

Veni, Sancte Spiritus: 

Reple tuorum corda fidelium, 

Et tui amoris in eis ignem accende ; 

Qui per diversitatem hnguarum cunctarum 

Gentes in unitate fidei congregasti. 

Alleluia, Alleluia. 

German translations of this Antiphon had been made at a very early date : the 
oldest known is found in one of the first books printed in the 15th century. 

Luther's hymn first appeared in the Erfurt Enchiridion of 1524, where it has 
this title : " Here follows the hymn, Veni Sancte Spiritns, sung of the Holy Spirit, 
very useful and good." It was admitted into the Roman Catholic Collection of 
M. Vehe, 1537. 

FIRST VERSION. 

Undoubtedly the first translations from German into English, as almost or quite 
the first hymnic provision in our language, were made by Myles Coverdale (148S?- 
1569), Bishop of Exeter in 1551, one of the earliest translators of the Bible, and a 
])rominent Reformer. His Goostly Psahnes and Spirihtall Songes., forty in number, 
appeared before 1539: a copy is preserved in the library of Queen's College, Oxford, 
and they are reprinted in his " Remains," published by the Parker Society in 1846. 
The first three are addiessed " To the Holy Goost," and two of them are from Luther. 
They are here given accurately, even to the rude antique spelling, as memorials of a 
time when "the rules of religion," though " strict," were matters of fierce debate, but 
" orthography was optional " 

/^^OME, Holy Spirite, most blessed Lorde, 
^^ Fulfyl our hartes nowe with Thy Grace ; 
And make our myndes of one accorde, 
Kyndle them with love in every place. 








232 GERMAN HYMNS. 

O Lorde, Thou forgevest our trespace, 
And callest the folke of every countre 
To the ryght fayth and truste of Thy Grace, 
That they may geve thankes and synge to Thee. 

Alleluya, Alleluya. 

O holy Lyght, moste principall, 
The Worde of Lyfe shewe unto us ; 
And cause us to knowe God over all 
For our owne Father moste gracious. 
Lorde, kepe us from lernyng venymous. 
That we folowe no masters but Christe. 
He is the Verite, His Worde sayth thus ; 
Cause us to set in Hym our truste. 

Alleluya, Alleluya. 

O holy Fyre, and conforth moste swete, 
Fyll our hertes with fayth and boldnesse. 
To abyde by The in colde and hete, 
Contente to suftre for ryghteousnesse : 
G Lord, geve strength to our weaknesse, 
And send us helpe every houre ; 
That we may overcome all wyckednesse. 
And brynge this olde Adam under Thy power. 

Alleluya, Alleluya. 



SECOND VERSION. 

From that rare and important volume, Psalmodia Germanica, or. The German 
Psalmody. Translated from the High German by John Christian Jacobi 
1722. A Supplement was added in 1725: the second edition, with Supplement, 1732- 
reprinted by John Haberkorn, with a Supplement of his own, 1760; the second 
edition of this, 1765. There is also a very rare reprint by Hugh Gaine, New York, 
1756, "with which," says good Dr. Kunze, Lutheran pastor there in 179s, "many 






KOMM HEILIGER GEIST. 233 

serious English persons have been greatly delighted." Jacob: was indeed, except 
John Wesley, the only respectable translator from the German prior to our time ; 
though far from a great poet, ha is several steps above his Moravian successors. He 
rendered 94 hymns, and Haberkorn, who is inferior to him, 33. Jacobi seems to 
have been Lutheran or Reformed rather than Moravian : but nothing is known 
about him. 

/^OME, Holy Ghost ! come, Lord our God I 
^-^ Spread faith and love divine abroad ; 
And fill Thy longing people's minds 
With precious gifts of sundry kinds. 
O Lord, w^ho by Thy heavenly Light 
Hast called Thy Church from sinful night, 
Out of all nations, tribes, and tongues, 
Thy praise shall make our choicest songs. 

Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! 

Thou Light of glory, gracious Lord ! 
Revive us by Thy holy Word, 
And teach Thy flock in truth to call 
On Thee, the Father of us all. 
Delusive errors far remove, 
And guide us always by that love, 
Which, keeping close to Jesu's path, 
Rejects all other guides of faith. 

Hallelujah. 

Thou great Dispenser of that Love 
Which sent Redemption from above, 
O grant us faith and constancy 
To conquer sin, and yield to Thee. 
O Lord, by Thine almighty Grace 
Prepare us so to run our race 
That we, from bonds of sin kept free. 
May gain a blest eternity. 

Hallelujah. 







234 GERMAN HYMNS. 





THIRD VERSI0N. 



By Arthur Tozer Russell, then Vicar of Caxton : from a Collection of Psalms 
and Hymns published by him in 1851 : an important book, made up largely of originals 
and translations from the German. 



IDLEST Comforter, come, Lord our God ! 
^-^ And pour Thy gifts of Grace abroad ; 
Thy faithful people fill with blessing. 
Love's fire their hearts possessing. 
O Lord, Thou by Thy heavenly Light 
Dost gather and in faith unite 
Through all the world a holy nation, 
To sing to Thee with exultation, 
Hallelujah ! hallelujah ! 

O Holiest Light ! Rock adored ! 
Give us Thy light. Thy living word, 
To God Himself our spirits leading, 

With Him as children pleading. 
Fi'om error, Lord, our souls defend, 
That they on Christ alone attend, 
In Him with faith unfeigned abiding, 
In Him with all their might confiding. 
Hallelujah ! hallelujah ! 

O Holiest Fire ! Source of rest ! 
Grant that with joy and hope possest. 
And in Thy service kept forever. 
Naught us from Thee may sever. 





KOMM HEILIGER GEIST. 235 

Lord, may Thy power prepare each heart; 
To our weak nature strength impart, 
That we may, firmly here contending. 
To Thee be daily hence ascending. 
Hallelujah ! hallelujah ! 




FOURTH VERSION. 

Miss Catherine Winkworth, 1855. The most gifted translator of any foreign 
sacred lyrics into our tongue, after Dr. Neale and John Wesley: and in practical 
services rendered, taking quality with quantity, the first of those who have labored 
upon German hymns. Our knowledge of them is due to her more largely than to any 
or all other translators : and by her two series of Lyra Gerjuanica, her Choral Book, 
and her Christian Singers of Germany, she has laid all English-speaking Christians 
under lasting obligation. 

/^OME, Holy Spirit, God and Lord ! 
^-^ Be all Thy graces now outpoured 
On the believer's mind and soul, 
And touch our hearts with livino- coal. 
Thy Light this day shone forth so clear. 
All tongues and nations gathered near. 
To learn that faith, for which we bring 
Glad praise to Thee, and loudly sing, 
Hallelujah, Hallelujah ! 

Thou strong Defence, Thou holy Light, 
Teach us to know our God aright. 
And call Him Father from the heart : 
The Word of life and truth impart : 
That we may love not doctrines strange, 
Nor e'er to other teachers range. 






GERMAN HYMNS. 

But Jesus for our Master own, 
And put our trust in Him alone. 
Hallelujah ! 

Thou sacred Ardor, Comfort sweet. 
Help us to wait with ready feet 
And willing heart at Thy command. 
Nor trial fright us from Thy band. 
Lord, make us ready with Thy powers ; 
Strengthen the flesh in weaker hours," 
That as good warriors we may force 
Through life and death to Thee our course I 
Hallelujah ! 

ooj<&^o-o 




NUN BITTEN WIR DEN HEILIGEN GEIST. 

This was first printed in Joh, Walther's Hymn Book, 1524. The first verse is 
very old, A Franciscan monk, Berthold of Ratirbon, about a.d. 1250, in one of 
his sermons gives the text of it, and exhorts his hearers to sing it often and hearti'y. 
That verse is attributed, says Miss Winkworth {Christian Singers of Germ.my, 
1869) to Spervogel, a priest and favorite sacred poet of the twelfth century. Other 
verses, having some resemblance to Luther's, appeared in Romanist books a few years 
after the publication of his hymn, but there is no evidence that they are old. Luther's 
hymn was translated into Latin by Reinhart Lorich in 1550, and into Tamil by Ziegen- 
bulg in 1723. 

The hymn was once used under very peculiar circumstances, whereof the tale is 
told by Pastor Heiberg in his account of Peter Palladiiis, the First Evangelical 
Bishop of Seeland: see Karl Heinrich's ErzaJilnugen iiber Evaji. Kirchenlieder. 

In the earlier j)art of the i6th century, on the day preceding the festival of the 
Annunciation of the Virgin, about eighty fishermen were on the ice between Copen- 
hagen and the island of Saltholm, catching eels, when the ice gave way and broke up. 
They were carried along by the current, parted from each other, and in the end nearly 
thirty of them drowned. While they were still near together, one of them, Hans 
Vensen, who had been a pupil of Bishop Palladius, called out to the rest: "Dear 
brethren, let us not fall into despair because we shall lose our lives: but let us prove 
by our conduct that we have been hearers of God's Word." Whereupon they sang 
together Nnn bitten wir den HeiVgen Geist, and after it the hymn' of the dying, Mit 






NUN BITTEN WIR. 237 



Fried und Freiid ich fahr daliin, Luther's metrical version of Nunc Diinittis. 
When they had done singing, tliey fell on their knees, the water reaching their breasts, 
and prayed that God would grant them a happy death. 

Our first version is by Myles Coverdale, 153-. It is said to have been used at 
the deathbed of Queen Elizabeth. 



'THHOU holy Spirite, we pray to The, 

Strengthe oure faythe and increase it alwaye 
Comforthe oure hertes in adversite 
With trewe beleve bothe nyght and daye. 

Kirieleyson. 

Thou worthy Lyght, that art so cleare, 
Teache us Christe Jesu to knowe alone ; 

That we have never cause to feare 
In Hym to have redempcyon. 

Kirielevson. 

Thou swete Love, graunt us altogether 
To be unfayned in charite ; 

That we may all love one another. 
And of one mynde alwaye to be. 

Kirieleyson. 

Be Thou our Confortoure in all nede ; 
Make us to feare nether deth nor shame ; 

But in the treuth to be stably shed, 
That Sathan put us not to blame. 

* Kirieleyson. 







238 GERMAN HYMNS. 




SECOND VERSION. 



By A. T. Russell, 1851. 



"IVTOW pray we all God the Comforter 
Into every heart true faith to pour, 

And that He defend us, 

Yea, till Death tend us, 
When for Heaven we leave this world of sorrow. 

Have mercy. Lord. 

Shine into us, O most holy Light, 

That we Jesus Christ may know aright, / 

Stayed on Him forever, 

Our only Saviour, 
Who to our true home again hath brought us. 

Have mercy. Lord. 

Spirit of Love ! now our spirits bless ; 
Them with Thy own heavenly fire possess ; 

That in heart uniting. 

In peace delighting, 
We may henceforth all be one in spirit. 

Have mercy. Lord. 

Our highest Comfort in all distress ! 

O let naught with fear our hearts oppress : 

Give us strength unfailing. 

O'er fear prevailing. 
When the accusing foe would overwhelm us. 

Have mercy. Lord. 






NUN BITTEN WIR. 239 



THIRD VERSION. 

By Richard Massie, Esq., of Eccleston: from Martin Luther's Spirittial 
Songs, 1854. 

"VTOW crave we of the Holy Ghost, 
-^ ^ What of all things Vi^e need the most, 
True faith in Christ, when life is ending, 
And from this grief we home be wending. 

Kyrie eleison. 

Shine in our hearts. Thou worthy Light, 
And teach us Christ to know aright ; 
Abiding in Thee, whose faithful hand 
Hath brought us safe to our Fatherland. 

Kyrie eleison. 

Grant us Thy favor, heavenly Dove, 
And let us feel the glow of love. 
That we may live with one another 
As brother ought to live with brother. 

Kyrie eleison. 

O Thou who hast so sweet a name. 
Keep us from fear of death and shame, 
Nor comfort in the hour refuse us 
When Sin and Satan shall accuse us. 

Kyrie eleison. 







240 GERMAN HYMNS. 




KOMM GOTT, SCHOPFER, HEILIGER GEIST. 



This first appeared, with the last, in the Erfurt Enchiridion of 1524 : a tolerably 
close rendering of Veni Creator Spiritns. It was admitted into the Romanist collec- 
tion of Joh. Leisentritt, 1567. This version is by R. Massie, 1854. 



/CREATOR Spirit, Holy Dove, 
^^ Visit Thy people from above ; 
Fill them with graces, and restore 
Thy creatures as they were before. 

For Comforter is Thy sweet name, 
A Gift which from the Highest came ; 
A ghostly Ointment from above, 
A living Fount, a Fire of Love. 

Our minds enlighten, and inspire 
Our souls with love's celestial fire ; 
And since Thou know'st how frail we be, 
Confirm and make us strong in Thee. 

Thou, with Thy Grace's sevenfold band. 
The Finger art on God's right hand : 
Thou dost the Father's promise send 
With tongues to earth's remotest end. 

Drive far away our wily foe. 
And by Thy Grace sweet peace bestow ; 
That in Thy footsteps we may run. 
And soul-destroying mischief shun 






KOMM GOTT, SCH OFFER. 



241 




Let us by Thee the Father know, 
His Son Christ Jesus also show, 
That, full of faith, we may know Thee 
Derived from Both eternally. 

To God the Father, and the Son 
Who rose again, be honor done, 
With Him who came at Pentecost, 
The Comforter, the Holy Ghost. 



ANOTHER VERSION. 

Or rather a loose paraphrase of the first three verses : from the Hymn Book of 
the Methodist New Connexion, London, 1865. It is there anonymous, but has the 
date 1852. 

r\ HOLY Spirit, now 
^~-^^ With all Thy graces come. 
And make the temple of our hearts 
Thine own abiding home. 

Visit each waiting mind. 

For Thou alone canst bless : 
Stamped with Thy signet, we shall shine 
Complete in righteousness. 



The Comforter art Thou, 
Thrice blessed is the name ; 
The dearest, choicest Gift of Love 
That human hearts may claim. 
16 






242 



GERMAN HYMNS. 




O kindle in each breast 

The hallowed flame of love, 
The fire of zeal, the light of joy, 
Our dark cold hearts to move. 

Thus in our weakness we 
Thy holy aid shall prove : 
Thy perfect work none can destroy. 
Nor quench Thy deathless Love. 



O DU ALLERSUSZSTE FREUDE. 

Paul Gerhardt, 1605-1676; the greatest of German hymnists, though he lefl 
but 123 hymns Of these 75 have been translated (very badly) by John Kelly, 
1867. A man of many trials; says Mr. KuBler: "His portrait, in the church of 
Liibben, bears the inscription, 'Theologus in cribro Satanse versatus'; i.e. A divine 
sifted in Satan's sleeve." Of this lovely poem, first printed in Chr. Runge's Collec- 
tion, 1653, we give three versions. The first, which renders the whole hymn, is from 
Jacobi's Psahnodia Germanica, second edition, 1725; his best effort. Half a cen- 
tury later, part of it was rewritten by Toplady : see below. 

(^\ THOU sweetest Source of gladness, 
^"^^ Faith and Hope and heavenly Light, 
Who in joy, as in our sadness, 

Dost convince us of Thy might ! 

Holy Spirit, God of peace. 

Great Distributer of Grace, 
Life and Joy of the creation. 
Hear, O hear my supplication. 

O Thou best of all donations 

God can give, or we implore ! 
Having Thy sweet consolations. 

We need wish for nothing more. 






DU ALLERSUSZSTE FREUDE. 243 

Come, Thou Lord of love and power, 
On my heart Thy graces shower : 

Work in me a new creation, 

Make my heart Thy habitation. 

From that Height that knows no measure 

As a shower Thou dost descend, 
And bring'st down the richest treasure 

Man can wish or God can send. 

O Thou Glory, shining down 

From the Father and the Son, 
Grant me Thy communication, 
Which makes all a new creation. 

Wise Thou art, know'st all recesses 
Of the earth and spreading skies ; 

Every sand the shore possesses 
Thy omniscient Mind descries. 
Lord, Thou knowest that I am 
Quite corrupted, blind and lame. 

Give me such a wise behavior 

As may please my God and Saviour. 

Holy Lord ! who lov'st to visit 
Souls of pure and chaste desire. 

But abhorrest an heart that's busied 
With what flesh and blood admire : 
Wash my soul, O Spring of Grace, 
Clean from all unrighteousness ; 

Make me fly what Thou refusest, 

And delight in what Thou choosest. 







244 GERMAN HYMNS. 

Like a lamb Thou art in nature, 
Of a meek and tender mind, 

Doing good to every creature, 

Though they 're still to sin inclined. 

forgive, and grant I may 
Follow Thy forgiving way, 

Love my foes as my own lineage, 
And hate none that bear Thy image. 

Dearest Lord, I live contented 

In the assurance of Thy Love, 
Which, if not by sin prevented. 

Does my highest comfort prove. 

Make my soul Thy property ; 

All I have shall be to Thee 
And Thy glory dedicated, 
Here, and when I am translated. 

1 renounce what 's prejudicial 
To the glory of Thy Name, 

Counting only beneficial 

What's from Thee and from the Lamb. 
At what Satan can contrive 

1 will never once connive. 
But with earnest opposition 
Cross that author of perdition. 

O support my weak endeavor ; 

Second me on every side ; 
Thine assistance, great Reliever ! 

Grant me still, and be my Guide. 







O DU ALLERSiJSZSTE FREUDE. 245 

Mortify my selfishness, 

Turn the old will from sinful ways, 
And conform it to Thy Nature, 
That my God may love His creature. 

Be my Guard on each occasion ; 

When I'm sinking, be my staff; 
When I die, be my Salvation ; 

When I'm buried, be my Grave : 

And when from the grave I rise, 

Take me up above the skies ; 
Seat me with Thy saints in glory, 
There forever to adore Thee. 




THE SAME REWRITTEN. 

By Augustus Montaguk Toplady, 1776. A comparison with the above will 
show that this is merely a partial revision of Jacobi's, though a manifest improvement. 
Again altered and abridged, in one form or another, this has long been a popular 
English hymn. 

T TOLY Ghost, dispel our sadness. 

Pierce the clouds of sinful night : 
Come, Thou Source of sweetest gladness, 
Breathe Thy Life, and spread Thy Light ! 
Loving Spirit, God of peace, 
Great Distributer of Grace, 
Rest upon this congregation ! 
. Hear, O hear our supplication. 

From that heig-ht which knows no measure 
As a gracious shower descend ; 






246 GERMAN HYMNS. 

Bringing down the richest treasure 
Man can wish, and God can send. 
O Thou Glory, shining down 
From the Father and the Son, 

Grant us Thy illumination ! 

Rest upon this congregation. 

Come, Thou best of all donations 

God can give, or we implore : 
Having Thy sweet consolations, 

We need wish for nothing more. 

Come with unction and with power ; 

On our souls Thy graces shower ; 
Author of the new creation. 
Make our hearts Thy habitation. 

Known to Thee are all recesses 
Of the earth and spreading skies ; 

Every sand the shore possesses 
Thy omniscient Mind descries. 
Holy Fountain, wash us clean, 
Both from error and from sin : 

Make us fly what Thou refusest. 

And delight in what Thou choosest. 

Manifest Thy Love forever ; 

Fence us in on every side ; 
In distress be our Reliever ; 

Guard and teach, support and guide. 

Let Thy kind, effectual Grace 

Turn our feet from evil wa3'^s : 
Show Thyself our New Creator, 
And conform us to Thy Nature. 







O DU ALLERSiJSZSTE FREUD E. 247 

Be our Friend on each occasion, 

God, omnipotent to save ! 
When we die, be our salvation ; 

When we 're buried, be our Grave : 

And when from the grave we rise. 

Take us up above the skies ; 
Seat us with Thy saints in glory, 
There forever to adore Thee. 




A MODERN VERSION OF THE SAME. 
From Miss Winkworth's Chorale Book for E7igland, 1862. 

OWEETEST Fount of holy gladness, 
*^ Fairest Light was ever shed. 
Who alike in joy and sadness 

Leavest none unvisited ; 
Spirit of the highest God, 
Lord, from Whom is life bestowed. 
Who upholdest every thing, 
Hear me, hear me, while I sing. 

Thou art shed like gentlest showers 

From the Father and the Son, 
Bringing to us quickened powers. 

Purest blessing from their throne ; 
Suffer then, O noble Guest, 
That rich gift by Thee possest, 
That Thou givest at Thy will, 
All my being now to fill. 






248 GERMAN HYMNS. 

Thou art ever true and holy, 

Sin and falsehood Thou dost hate , 
But Thou comest where the lowly 

And the pure Thy presence wait : 
Wash me then, O Well of Grace, 
Every stain and spot efface ; 
Let me flee what Thou dost flee, 
Grant me what Thou lov'st to see. 

Well content am I if only 

Thou wilt deign to dwell with me : 
With Thee I am never lonely. 

Never comfortless with Thee. 
Thine forever make me now, 
And to Thee, my Lord, I vow 
Here and yonder to employ 
Every power for Thee with joy. 

When I cry for help, O hear me ; 

When I sink, haste to save ; 
When I die, be inly near me, 

Be my Hope even in the grave. 
Bring me when I rise again 
To the Land that knows no pain, 
Where Thy followers from Thy stream 
Drink forever joys supreme. 







ZEUCH EIN ZU DEINEN THOREN. 249 




ZEUCH EIN ZU DEINEN THOREN. 



Paul Gerhardt. Written "during the Thirty Years' War," and in some sense 
a hymn for Church and State : first printed in Joh. Crliger's Praxis Pietatis Melica, 
1656. The original has i6 verses, of which one is omitted in this version by Miss 
WiNKWORTH, 1855. There are two versions of most of it, in the Psabnodia Ger- 
tnanica, by Jacobi and Haberkorn, of 13 and 12 verses severally: and a more modem 
one, also in 13 verses, by F. E. Cox, 1864. Dr. Schaff, in his Deuisches Gesangbuch 
(Philadelphia, i860), omits vv S-12, which have special reference to the thirty years' 
war, and are less adapted'to general use. 



/^^OME to Thy temple here on earth, 

^-^ Be Thou my spirit's Guest, 

Who givest us of mortal birth 
A second birth more blest ; 

Spirit beloved, Thou mighty Lord, 
Who with the Father and the Son 
Reignest upon an equal throne, 

Art equally adored ! 

O enter, let me feel and know 

Thy mighty power within, 
That can alone our help bestow 

And rescue us from sin. 

cleanse my soul and make it white. 
That I with heart unstained and true 
May daily render service due 

And honor Thee aright. 

1 was a wnld unfruitful vine 

Which Thou shouldst prune and train ; 
Death pierced through all this life of mine, 
But Thou my foe hast slain. 






GERMAN HYMNS. 

Thy holy Baptism is his grave, 
He perishes beneath the flood 
Of His most precious Death and Blood 

Who died our life to save. 

Thou art the Spirit who dost teach 

To pray aright, for all 
Our prayers are heard if Thou beseech, 

Thy songs have sweetest fall. 
They soar on tireless wings to heaven, 

They fail not from before God's throne. 

Till all His goodness we have known 
By whom all help is given. 

Thou art the Spirit of all joy. 

Sadness Thou lovest not ; 
Thy comfort beaming from on high 

Lights up the darkest lot. 
Ah yes, how many a time of old 

Thy voice hath rapt my soul away 

To yon bright halls of endless day, 
And oped the gates of gold ! 

Thou art the Spirit of all love, 

The Friend of kindly life ; 
Thou wouldst not that our hearts should prove 

The pangs of wrath and strife. 
Thou hatest hatred's withering reign ; 

In souls that discord maketh dark 

Dost Thou rekindle Love's bright spark, 
And make them one again. 







ZEUCH EIN ZU DEINEN THOREN. 251 

On Thee is all this world upstaid 

And in Thy hands doth rest ; 
And Thou canst wayward hearts persuade 

To turn as seems Thee best. 
O therefore give Thy love and peace, 

That they may join in strongest bands 

Long parted foes, and through our lands 
These sad divisions cease. 

Thou art the true, the only Source 

Whence concord comes to men : 
O that Thy power might have free course 

And bring us peace again ! 
O hear, and stem this mighty flood 

That o'er us death and sorrow spreads ; 

Alas ! each day afresh it sheds 
Like water human blood. 

And let our nation learn to know 

What, and how deep, our sin ; 
Nay, let God's judgments come, if so 

A fire be lit within 
The hearts that loved themselves to please : 

In bitter shame now let them burn, 

And loving Thee, repentant spurn 
Their selfish worldly ease. 

Grace for the contrite heart abounds, 

Joy to the sad is given ; 
To serve God's Truth will heal our wounds 

And bring us help from Heaven. 







252 GERMAN HYMNS. 

Lord, for Thine honor's sake, make known 
Thy power : convert the wicked now, 
And teach the hard to weep, for Thou 

Canst soften steel and stone ! 

Arise, and make an end of all 
. Our heartache and our pain : 
Thy wandering flock at last recall 

And grant them joy again : 
To peace and wealth the lands restore, 

Wasted with fire or plague or sword ; 

Come to Thy ruined churches, Lord, 
And bid them bloom once more ! 

The rulers of our land defend. 
Our sovereign's throne uphold ; 

That he and we may prosper, send 
True wisdom to the old : 

With piety the young men bless. 

And through the nation shed abroad 
True virtue and the fear of God, 

A nation's happiness. 

Fill every heart with holy zeal 
' To keep the Faith unstained : 
Let house and land Thy blessing feel, 

Whence all true wealth is gained. 
Him who resists Thy inward powers, 

The evil spirit, make Thou flee ; 

What'er delights Thy heart, would he 
Fain root from out of ours. 







ZEUCH EIN ZU DEINEN THOREN. 253 

Give strong and cheerful hearts to stand 

Undaunted in the wars 
That Satan's fierce and mighty band 

Is waging with Thy cause. 
Help us to fight as warriors brave, 

That we may conquer in the field, 

And not one Christian man may yield 
His soul to sin a slave. 

Order according to Thy mind 

Our life from day to day ; 
And when this life must be resigned. 

And Death has seized his prey, 
When all our days have fleeted by, 

Help us to die with fearless spirit. 

And let us after death inherit 
Eternal life on high. 




ANOTHER VERSION. 

A more vigorous and graceful version of part of the same poem, in the original 
measure, from The Chorale Book for England, 1862. 

r^ ENTER, Lord, Thy temple, 
^-"^ Be Thou my spirit's Guest, 
Who at my birth didst give me 

A second birth more blest. 

Thou in the Godhead, Lord, 
Though here to dwell Thou deignest, 
Forever equal reignest, 

Art equally adored. 






254 GERMAN HYMNS. 

O enter, let me know Thee 

And feel Thy power within, 
The power that breaks our fetters 

And rescues us from sin. 

So wash and cleanse Thou me 
That I may serve Thee truly,. 
And render honor duly 

With perfect heart to Thee. 

'Tis Thou, O Spirit, teachest 

The soul to pray aright ; 
Thy songs have sweetest music. 

Thy prayers have wondrous might. 

Unheard they cannot fall. 
They pierce the highest Heaven, 
Till He His help hath given 

Who surely helpeth all. 

Joy is Thy gift, O Spirit ! 

Thou wouldst not have us pine ; 
In darkest hours Thy comfort 

Doth aye most brightly shine. 

Ah then how oft Thy voice 
Hath shed it^ sweetness o'er me. 
And opened Heaven before me, 

And bid my heart rejoice ! 

All love is Thine, O Spirit ! 

Thou hatest enmity ; 
Thou lovest peace and friendship, 

All strife wouldst have us flee. 







ZEUCH EIN ZU DEINEN THOREN. 255 

When wrath and discord reign 
Thy whisper inly pleadeth, 
And to the heart that heedeth 

Brings love and light again. 

The whole wide world, O Spirit ! 

Upon Thy hands doth rest : 
Our wayward hearts Thou turnest 

As it may seem Thee best. 

Once more Thy power make known ! 
As Thou hast done so often, 
Convert the wicked, soften 

To tears the heart of stone. 

With holy zeal then fill us. 

To keep the Faith still pure ; 
And bless our lands and houses 

With wealth that may endure. 

And make that foe to flee 
Who in us with Thee striveth ; 
From out our heart he driveth 

Whate'er delighteth Thee. 

Order our path in all things 

According to Thy mind ; 
And when this life is over 

And must be all resigned, 

O grant us then to die 
With calm and fearless spirit, 
And after death inherit 

Eternal life on hicrh. 







256 GERMAN HYMNS. 



O HEIL'GER GEIST, KEHR'BEI UNS EIN. 

Michael Schirmer, 1606-1673 : headmaster of the Grayfriars' Grammar School 
at Berlin. The date of this is 1650 : it has seven verses, and is one of the most popular 
Spirit-hymns among the Germans both in Europe and America. Translated by Miss 
WiNKWORTH, Chorale Book, 1862. 



HOLY Spirit, enter in, 
Among these hearts Thy work begin, 
Thy temple deign to make us ; 
Sun of the soul. Thou Light divine, 
Around and in us brightly shine, 

To strength and gladness wake us. 
Where Thou shinest Life from Heaven 
There is given : 
We before Thee 
For that precious gift implore Thee. 

Left to ourselves we shall but stray ; 
O lead us on the narrow way. 

With wisest counsel guide us, 
And give us steadfastness, that we 
May henceforth truly follow Thee, 

Whatever woes betide us. 
Heal Thou gently hearts now broken, 
Give some token 
Thou art near us. 
Whom we trust to light and cheer us. 

O mighty Rock, O Source of Life, 
Let Thy dear Word, 'mid doubt and strife, 
Be so within us burning 







O HEIDGER GEIST, KEHR'BEI UNS EIN. 257 

That we be faithful unto death 

In Thy pure Love and holy Faith, 

From Thee true wisdom learning. 
Lord, Thy graces on us shower ; 

By Thy power 

Christ confessing, 
Let us win His Grace and blessing. 

O gentle Dew, from Heaven now fall 
With power upon the hearts of all, 

Thy tenderness instilling ; 
That heart to heart, more closely bound, 
Fruitful in kindly deeds be found. 

The law of love fulfillincr. 
No wrath, no strife here shall grieve Thee ; 
We receive Thee. 
Where Thou livest 
Peace and love and joy Thou givest. 

Grant that our days, while life shall last, 
In purest holiness be past ; 

Our minds so rule and strengthen 
That they may rise o'er things of earth. 
The hopes and jo3^s that here have birth : 

And if our course Thou lengthen. 
Keep Thou pure, Lord, from offences, 
Heart and senses : 
Blessed Spirit, 
Bid us thus true Life inherit. 



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258 GERMAN HYMNS. 



BRUNQUELL ALLER GUTER. 

John Frank, 161S-1677 : a Lutheran lawyer and burgomaster at Guben in Saxony. 
He wrote no hymns : the date of this is i66o. Translated by Richard Massie, i«54. 
Some of the expressions in vv. 3 and 4 are rather untastefully erotic. These have been 
corrected in Mercer's Clmrch Psalter and Hymn Book, 1854-6, and in Kennedy 5> 
Hy-innologia Christiana, 1863 : the emendations are given below. 

O OURCE of good, whose power controls 
*^ Every movement of our souls ; 
Wind that quickens where it blows ; 
Comforter of human woes ; 
Lamp of God, whose ray serene 
In the darkest night is seen ; 
Come, inspire my feeble strain. 
That I may not sing in vain. 

God's own Finger, skilled to teach 
Tongues of every land and speech, 
Balsam of the wounded soul. 
Binding up and making whole ; 
Flame of pure and holy love ; 
Strength of all that live and move : 
Come, Thy gifts and fire impart. 
Make me love Thee from the heart. 

Bridegroom of believing souls ! 
Let me in the sheltering holes ^ 
Of the Rock of Ages find 




Refuge from the stormy wind ; 



1 Succor of the soul bereft, 
Let me in some sheltering cleft. — Mercer'' s Collection. 






BRUNQUELL ALLER GUTER. 259 

Like a bird unto its nest 

Flee away and be at rest. 

Shine, Thou Sun of grace and bHss/ 

Breathe upon me with Thy kiss. 

Precious Gift, by God bestowed, 
Come, and make me Thine abode. 
See, I languish ; see, I faint; 
Listen to my sad complaint. 
Come, O come to me, my Love,^ 
Come with unction from above, 
That my heart may smile anew 
At Thy soul-entrancing view.^ 

As the hart with longing looks 
For refreshing water-brooks, 
Heated in the burning chase, 
So my soul desires Thy Grace ; 
So my heavy-laden breast, 
By the cares of life opprest, 
Longs Thy cooling streams to taste 
In this dry and barren waste. 

Mighty Spirit, by whose aid 
Man a living soul was made, 
Everlasting God, whose fire 
Kindles chaste and pure desire ! 




1 Shine, thou Sun of Grace and Joy, 

And inspire me from on high. — ICeiiftedy. 

2 Come, O fill me with Thy Love. — Mercer. 

* Make me strong and pure and bright 
With thy soul-reviving light. — Kennedy. 






26o GERMAN HYMNS. 

Grant in every grief and loss 
I may calmly bear the cross, 
And surrender all to Thee, 
Comforting and strengthening me. 

Lord, to Thy safe keeping take, 
When I sleep and when I wake. 
Every feature, limb, and bone. 
Every thing I call my own ; 
That each word, and work, and way. 
And even this my humble lay, 
May, O heavenly Father, be 
Good and pleasing unto Thee. 

Let not Hell with frowns or smiles, 
Open force or cunning wiles. 
Snap ^ the thread of my brief days ; 
And when gently life decays. 
Take to Heaven Thy servant dear, 
Who hath loved and served Thee here ; 
There eternal hymns to raise. 
Mighty Spirit, to Thy praise. 




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KOMM, O KOMM, DU GEIST DES LEBENS. 

Joachim Neander, 1640-16S0. A German Reformed minister at Bremen, and 
the greatest hymnist of that communion, though the author of but 71 hymns. Version 
by Miss Winkworth, 1858. The Rev. Theodore Kubler, in his Historical Notes to 
the Lyra Germanica, teUs a curious story about the sixth verse of this hymn, given 
below. It "was once used under very peculiar circumstances. In a town of North- 
ern Germany a very poor woman, who with her two children had had nothing to eat 
for four days, was driven to despair, and in the night she resolved to murder her chil- 



1 Break. — Mercer. 






KOMM, DU GEIST DES LEBENS. 261 



dren. She was just taking up the youngest, with a knife in her hand, when the night 
watchman, who at that moment passed under her low window, and saw through a 
hole of the shutter what she was intending, suddenly knocked, and entered the room. 
He inquired about her misery, and gave her fourpence, promising to procure her more 
help. The good man then went out to sing a verse according to his custom when 
caUing out the hours, and he sang in all the streets of the town this one : — 

' And whene'er a yearning strong 
Presses out the bitter cry,' &c." 

T TOLY Spirit, once again 

-^ -^ Come, Thou true Eternal God ! 

Nor Thy power descend in vain, 

Make us ever Thine abode ; 
So shall Spirit, joy, and light 
Dwell in us where all was night. 

Pour into our heart and mind 

Wisdom, counsel, truth and love ; 

That we be to naught inclined 

Save what Thou mayst well approve ; 

Let Thy knowledge spread and grov/. 

Working error's overthrow. 

Guide us, Lord, from day to day, 
Keep us in the paths of Grace, 

Clear all hindrances away 

That might foil us in the race ; 

When we stumble hear our call. 

Work repentance for our fall. 

Witness in our hearts that God 

Counts us children through His Son, 

That our Father's gentle rod 
Smites us for our good alone ; 

So when tried, perplexed, distrest, 

In His Love we still may rest. 







262 GERMAN HYMNS. 

Quicken us to seek His face 
Freely, with a trusting heart ; 

In our prayers O breathe Thy Grace ; 
Go with us when we depart ; 

So §hall our requests be heard, 

And our faith to joy be stirred. 

And whene'er a yearning strong 
Presses out the bitter cry, 

Ah my God, how long, how long? 
Then O let me find Thee nigh, 

And Thy words of healing balm 

Bring me courage, patience, calm. 

Spirit Thou of strength and power. 
Thou new Spirit God hath given. 

Aid us in temptation's hour. 

Train and perfect us for Heaven ; 

Arm us in the battle field, 

Leave us never there to yield. 

Lord, preserve us in the faith. 
Suffer naught to drive us thence. 

Neither Satan, scorn, nor death ; 
Be our God and our Defence ; 

Though the flesh resist Th}.^ will. 

Let Thy Word be stronger still. 

And at last when we must die, 
O assure the sinking heart 

Of the glorious realm on high 

Where Thou healest every smart, 

Of the joys unspeakable 

Where our God would have us dwell. 







KOMM, DU GEIST DES LEBENS. 263 



SECOND VERSION. 

Partial translation by Dr. Charles W. Schaeffer, Lutheran pastor in German- 
town, Pennsylvania: made iS66. From the Church Book of the Lutheran General 
Council, 1868. 

/^'^OME, O come, thou quickening Spirit! 
^^ Thou forever art divine : 
Let Thy power never fail me, 

Always fill this heart of mine : 
Thus shall Grace and Truth and Light 
Dissipate the gloom of night. 

Grant my mind and my affections 

Wisdom, counsel, purity; 
That I may be ever seeking 

Naught but that which pleases Thee. 
Let Thy knowledge spread and grow, 
Working error's overthrow. 

Lead me to green pastures, lead me 

By the true and living Way ; 
Shield me from each strong temptation 

That might draw my heart astray : 
And if e'er my feet should turn, 
For each error let me mourn. 

Holy Spirit, strong and mighty, 
Thou who makest all things new, 

Make Thy work within me perfect ; 
Help me by Thy Word so true ; 

Arm me with that sword of Thine, 

And the victory shall be mine. 







264 GERMAN HYMNS. 

In the faith O make me steadfast : 
Let not Satan, death, or shame 

Of my confidence deprive me : 
Lord, my refuge is Thy Name. 

When the flesh inclines to ill, 

Let Thy Word prove stronger still. 

And when my last hour approaches, 
Let my hopes grow yet more bright, 

(Since I am an heir of heaven,) 
In Thy glorious courts of light, 

Fairer far than voice can tell, 

There, redeemed by Christ, to dwell. 




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SCHMUCKT DAS FEST MIT MAIEN. 



Benjamin Schmolke, 1672-1737: Lutheran pastor in Schweidnitz. He wrote 
11S8 hymns, some of them of great beauty. The date of this is 1715: translated by 

Miss WiNKWORTH, 1855. 



/'~^OME, deck our feast to-day 

^-^ With flowers and wreaths of May, 

And bring an offering pure and sweet ; 
The Spirit of all Grace 
Makes earth His dwelling-place ; 

Prepare your hearts your Lord to meet. 
Receive Him, and He shall outpour 
Such light, all hearts with joy run o'er, 
And sound of tears is heard no m.ore. 






SCHMUCKT DAS FEST MIT MAIEN. 265 

Thou Harbinger of peace, 

Who makest sorrows cease, 
Wisdom in word and deed is Thine ; 

Strong Hand of God, Tliy seal 

The loved of Jesus feel ; 
Pure Light, o'er all our pathway shine ! 

Give vigorous life and healthy powers ; 

O let Thy sevenfold gifts be ours, 

Refresh us with Thy gracious show^ers ! 




O touch our tongues with flame, 

When speaking Jesu's name I 
And lead us up the heavenward road. 

Give us the power to pray. 

Teach us what words to say, 
Whene'er we come before our God. 

O Highest Good, our spirits cheer; 

When raging foes are strong and near, 

Give us brave hearts undimmed by fear. 

O golden Rain from heaven ! 

Thy precious dews be given 
To bless the churches' barren field! 

And let Thy waters flow 

Where'er the sowers sow 
The seed of Truth, that it may yield 

A hundred-fold its living fruit, 

O'er all the land may take deep root. 

And mighty branches heavenward shoot. 

Thou fiery Glow of Love ! 
Let us Thy ardors prove, 






266 GERMAN HYMNS. 

Consume our hearts with quenchless fire ! 
Come, O Thou trackless Wind ! 
Breathe gently o'er our mind ! 

Nor let the flesh to rule aspire ; 

Help us our free-born right to take, 
The heavy yoke of sin to break, 
And all her tempting paths forsake. 

Be it Thine to stir our will ; 

Our good intents fulfil ; 
Be with us when we go and come ; 

Deep in our spirits dwell, 

And make their inmost cell 
Thy temple pure. Thy holy home I 

Teach us to know our Lord, that we 

May call His Father ours through Thee, 

Thou Pledge of glories yet to be ! 

O make our crosses sweet. 

And let Thy sunshine greet 
Our longing eyes in clouded hours ! 

Wing Thou our upward flight 

Toward yonder mountain bright, 
Girded about with Zion's golden towers ! 

Forsake us not when our last foe 

Puts forth his strength to lay us low, 

Then joyful victory bestow ! 

Let us, while here we dwell. 
This one thought ponder well, 







HOCHGELOBTER GEIST UND HERR. 267 

That in God's likeness we are made. 

As o'er a fruitful land 

Rich harvests waving stand, 
We, serving Him, bear fruits that never fade, 

Till Thou in whom all comfort lies 

Lift us to fields above the skies. 

And bid us bloom in Paradise ! 

ttOj^OO 




HOCHGELOBTER GEIST UND HERR. 



From Liturgic Hymns of the United Brethren. Trajislated from the German, 
1793. The only hymn of distinctly Moravian origin that I have found fit for use here. 
The EngHsh hymns of that body are generally very rude, and owe their reputation 
largely to the fact that John Wesley's and Jacobi's translations, being found in the 
Moravian books, have been commonly supposed to be themselves Moravian, r^his 
is freely translated from a hymn by Christian Gregor (1723-1S01; Moravian 
Bishop), and John M. Lauterbach. 



TTOLY Ghost, Thou God and Lord 

Of Thy congregation, 
We to Thee with one accord 
Pay our adoration. 

For Thy teachings, heavenly Guide, 

O accept our praises ; 
Have we Thee, we 're well supplied 

With good gifts and graces. 

Thou explainest unto us 

Jesu's Incarnation, 
And how He upon the Cross 

Purchased our salvation. 






268 GERMAN HYMNS. 

Thou fiUest with the Gospel light 

Every land and nation, 
Aid'st Thy witnesses with might 

Under tribulation. 

Us to Jesus Thou hast brought, 

And wilt keep us ever 
In the faith, which Thou hast wrought 

Through Thy Grace and favor. 

With maternal faithfulness 
Lead His ransomed people. 

And, to please Him, give them Grace ; 
Bear them up when feeble. 

Daily Jesu's flock thanks Thee 

For Thy kind tuition : 
O may we obedient be 

Through Thy benediction. 

Grant that we may never lose 
Till our dying moment 
. The rich comfort, which to us 

Flows from Christ's Atonement. 

For our heavenly Father's Love, 

Jesu's great compassion, 
And Thy patience, ever prove 

Our strong consolation. 

Amen, Lord God, Holy Ghost! 

Endless thanks and praises 
Gives to Thee the ransomed host 

In the name of Jesus. 







O GOTT, O GEIST, O LIGHT DES LEBENS. 269 



O GOTT, O GEIST, O LIGHT DES LEBENS. 

Gerhard Tersteegen, 1697-1769. A very eminent Pietist; wrote iii hymns, 
some of whicli, including this one, appeared 1731. Translated by Miss Winkworth, 
1855- 

r\ GOD, O Spirit, Light of all that, live, 
^^^ Who dost on us that sit in darkness shine, 
Our darkness ever with Thy Light doth strive ; 
In vain Thou lur'st us with Thy beams divine ; 

Yet none, O Spirit, from Thine eye can hide ; 

Gladly will I Thy searching glance abide. 

Search all my hidden parts, whate'er impure 

Thy Light discovers there, do Thou destroy; 
The bitterest pain I willingly endure, 
Such pain is followed by eternal joy : 
Thou 'It cleanse me from my stains of darkest hue, 
And in Christ's image form my soul anew. 

I cannot stay the venomed power of sin, 

' Tis Thy anointing only can avail : 
O make my spirit new and right within ; 

Without Thee all my utmost efforts fail. i 

Life to my cold dead soul I cannot give : 
Be Thou my Life ; so only shall I live. 

O Breath from out the Eternal Silence, blow 

All softly o'er my spirit's barren ground ; 
The precious fulness of my God bestow. 

That where erst sin and shame alone were found, 
Faith, love, and holy reverence may upspring. 
In spirit and in truth to worship God our King. 







270 GERMAN HYMNS. 

O let my thoughts, my actions and my will 

Obedient solely to Thy impulse move : 
My heart and senses keep Thou blameless still, 
Fixed and absorbed in God's unuttered Love. 
Thy praying, teaching, striving, in my heart. 
Let me not quench, nor make Thee to depart. 

Fount, O Spirit, who dost take and show 
Things of the Son to us, who crystal clear 

From God's throne and the Lamb's dost ceaseless 
flow 
Into the quiet hearts that seek Thee here ; 
I open wide my mouth, and thirsting sink 
Beside Thy stream, its living waves to drink. 

1 give myself to Thee, to Thee alone : 
From all else sundered, Thou art ever near. 

The creature and myself I all disown, 

Trusting with inmost faith that God is here. 
O God, O Spirit, Light of Life, we see 
None ever wait in vain, who wait for Thee. 




ANOTHER VERSION. 
From Dr. Kennedy's Hymnologia Christiana, 1S63. 

OPIRIT of Grace, Thou Light of Life 
^^ Amidst the darkness of the dead. 
Bright Star, whereby through worldly strife 

The people of the Lord are led, 
Thou Dayspring in the deepest gloom, 
Wildered and dark, to Thee I come. 






O GOTT, O GEIST, O LIGHT DES LEBENS. 271 

Burn up in me, Thou Fire of heavefi, 

The evil seen by Thee alone ; 
Nor spare, though heart and flesh be riven ; 

For joy shall dawn when grief is gone, 
And in my soul shall be restored 
The glorious image of my Lord. 

I languish in the plague of sin ; 

O heal Thou me, and I shall live ; 
Renew my fainting heart within. 

And give the balm I cannot give. 
Live Thou in me, O Life Divine ! 
The new creation's work is Thine. 

O Breath from deep Eternity, 

Breathe o'er my soul's unfertile land ; 

So shall the pine and myrtle-tree 
Spring up amidst the desert sand. 

And where Thy living w^ater flows, 

The wild shall blossom as the rose. 

Let me in will and deed and word 

Obey Thee as a little child, 
And in Thy love abide, O Lord, 

For ever pure and undefiled : 
Teach me to work, and strive and pray, 
And keep me in Thy heavenward way. 







272 GERMAN HYMNS. 



THOU WHO LOVEST US AS A FATHER. 

David Bruhn, 1727-1782, was a pupil of the devout Jacob Baumgarten, and 
was afterwards preacher in Berlin, and author of eleven hymns of no particular repute. 
He is not mentioned by Kubler. The original of this is inaccessible, and the transla- 
tion is anonymous and cut from a newspaper. 

' I ^HOU who lovest us as a Father, 

■*• Faithful God ! and who hast said 
Thou wilt give Thy Holy Spirit 
To all those who seek His aid, 
Humbly I beseech of Thee, 
Father, send Him now to me. 
That He may renew my heart 
And set it for Thy shrine apart. 

Without Him fails all my knowledge, 
Fruitfulness, and strength and life, 

And my heart forgets Thy presence. 
Drowned in earthly toil and strife, 

If He do not, through His might. 

Set both heart and will aright, 

That I to Thee may wholly give 

Myself, and to Thy honor live. 

Fount divine of holy blessings. 

Glorious Spirit of the Lord, 
Thou by whom the human spirit 

Is to peace and truth restored ; 
After Thee I thirst and pine, 
I to Thee myself resign ; 
Make me holy to God's praise. 
Wise to walk in heavenly ways. 







THOU WHO LOVEST US AS A FATHER. 273 

Mould me wholly in Thine image, 
Blessed Source of love and peace ; 

Let me love and meekness cherish, 
Let me count my gains increase, 

Whene'er I with faithful hand 

Can cement a peaceful band. 

Or can lighten, soothe, or share 

Any human load of care. 

Teach me. Lord, with true self-knowledge, 

All my secret faults to see, 
Humbly to my God to tell them, 

And to Him for pardon flee. 
Daily make my earnest striving 
To forsake them in me new : 
To the work of growing holy 
Ever Thou my strength renew. 

To Thy work of Grace I owe it 

If there 's any good in me ; 
This desire Thyself hast kindled. 

That I thirst and long for Thee ; 
Oh, to prosper through Thy word 
This Thy gracious working. Lord, 
That in the happy end it be 
All gloriously complete in me. 




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274 



GERMAN HYMNS. 




O GEIST DES HERRN, NUR DEINE KRAFT. 



John Caspar Lavater, 174.1-1801. The physiognomist: pastor at Ziirich: 
remarkable for eccentricity, enthusiasm, benevolence, purity, and piety. In proof of 
all these qualities, see his very curious and able Aphorisms. This translation is by 
Frances Elizabeth Cox, whose Hymns from the German., 1S41 (2d ed. enlarged, 
1864), is a book of interest and value. I give the older text: it was afterwards 
revised. 

r\ HOLY Ghost ! Thy heavenly dew 
^^ The hearts of sinners can renew ; 
Thou dost within our breasts abide, 
And still to holy actions guide. 

Thou makest the soul with joy to sing 
When sorrow's clouds are deepening ; 
With Jesus Christ Thou makest us one, 
Earnest of Heaven, from God's high throne. 

Best Gift of God, and man's true Friend, 
Into my inmost soul descend ; 
The mind of Jesus Christ impart, 
And consecrate to Thee my heart. 

Teach me to do my Father's will, 
Beneath His guidance to lie still ; 
Lighten my mind, and O, incline 
My heart to make His pleasure mine. 

From spot and blemish make me pure. 
My heavenl}^ happiness secure ; 
When lost in darkness, give me light, 
And cheer me through death's dreary night. 







GEIST DES GLAUBENS. 275 



GEIST DES GLAUBENS, GEIST DER STARKE. 

"The Spirit of the Fathers." Charles John Philip Spitta, D.D., iSoi- 
1859 : Lutheran pastor and superintendent. His hymns, io6 in number, were pub- 
lished in 1833 and 1843, under the title Psaltery a7id Harp. They went through a 
number of editions at home, and have all been translated by Richard Massie, Esq., 
in the First and Second Series of Lyra Domestica, i860 and 1863. This and the 
next belong to the earlier dates. 

OPIRIT, by whose operation 
^ Faith and holiness proceed, 
Source of heavenly conversation, 

Strength in weakness. Help in need ! 
Spirit, by whose inspiration 

Prophets and Apostles spake, 
Martyrs bled, and tribulation 

Saints endured for Jesus' sake ! 

Lord, endue us with Thy blessing. 

That, though babes we be in Grace, 
Faith, and love, and zeal possessing 

For Thy house and holy place. 
We may stake our dearest treasures, 

All the good things of this life. 
Honor, wealth and darling pleasures, 

In the great and holy strife. 

Give us Abram's faith unshaken 

That the promise must be true, 
And what God hath undertaken 

He assuredly will do ; 
Which not only could unmoved 

Trust the Covenant of Grace, 
But the thing which he most loved 

At the Lord's disposal place. 






276 GERMAN HYMNS. 

Give us Joseph's chaste behaviour, 

When the world with crafty wiles 
Seeks to draw us from the Saviour 

To herself, with frowns or smiles. 
Give us grace and strength, for shunning 

This ensnaring Potiphar ; 
Wisdom to elude her cunning. 

Strength her open hate to bear. 

Give us Moses' intercession, 

When he pleaded, wept and prayed, 
That the people's sore transgression 

Might not to their charge be laid. 
Let us not with selfish coldness 

See the sinner go astray, 
But with Moses' holy boldness 

Plead and wrestle, weep and pray. 

Give us David's bold defiance 

Of the Lord's and Israel's foes. 
And, in trouble, the reliance 

Which on God, his Rock, he shows; 
His right princely disposition. 

Friendship, constancy, and truth, 
But still more, his deep contrition 

For the errors of his youth. 

Arm us with the stern decision 

Of Elijah, in these days. 
When men led by superstition 

To false gods new altars raise. 







GEIST DES GLAUBENS. 277 

Let us shun the mere profession 

Common in our da3^s and land, 
Witnessing a good confession, 

Even if alone we stand. 

Give us the Apostles' daring, 

And their bold, undaunted mood, 
Threats, and fierce reproaches bearing, 

To proclaim a Saviours Blood. 
Let us to the truth bear witness, 

Which alone can make us free, 
Nor leave off, until its sweetness 

All shall taste and know through Thee. 

Give us Stephen's look collected, 

And his calm and cheerful mind, 
When we meet with unexpected 

Trials of the sharpest kind. 
In the midst of shouts and crying 

Let us with composure stand, 
Open Heaven to us in dying. 

Show us Christ at God's ri^ht hand. 




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Spirit, by whose operation 

Faith and love and might are given, 
Source of holy conversation, 

Bearing seed and fruit for heaven ; 
Spirit, by whose inspiration 

Prophets and Apostles spake. 
Visit us with Thy salvation, 

Dwell with us for Jesus' sake ! 






278 GERMAN HYMNS. 




O KOMM, DU GEIST DER WAHRHEIT. 

Spitta, 1833 : translated by R. Massie, i860. 

T^RAW, Holy Spirit, nearer, 
-^""^ And in our hearts abide ; 
O make our judgment clearer, 

Our minds inform and guide. 
O come, Thou great Renewer, 

Touch heart and lip with fire ; 
Make every bosom truer. 

Our aims and objects higher. 

O come, Thou true Consoler, 

Thou Fire, that warms the cold ; 
The haughty breast's Controller, 

O come and make us bold. 
On all sides danger threatens ; 

Lord, to our succour come. 
And arm us with the weapons 

Of early Christendom. 

Hard unbelief and follv 

The Truth of God deny ; 
O arm us, Lord most holy. 

With weapons from on high, 
With faith that never falters, 

Unmoved by fear or praise, 
And love that never alters. 

And hope in darkest days. 






O KOMM, DU GEIST DER WAHRHEIT. 279 

We need a free confession 

In this our lukewarm age ; 
A frank and full profession 

In spite of scorn and rage ; 
To friend alike and foeman, 

On this, or heathen ground, 
To every man and woman, 

The Gospel-trump to sound. 

Where'er Thy Word is sounded, 

In far and savage lands, 
The Heathen are confounded, 

And cast off Satan's bands. 
On every side they waken 

To hear Thy blessed Word : 
Shall it from us be taken. 

By us remain unheard? 

On us, O Thou most holy, 

Thy wrath doth justly fall. 
Who hear, yet through our folly 

Have not obeyed the call : 
Let us with deep prostration. 

Implore God's Grace, that thus 
The Word of His salvation 

Be not withdrawn from us. 

Give power to those who witness 
And preach Thy holy Word, 

That all may taste its sweetness, 
And rally round the Lord. 







28o DANISH HYMNS. 

Be this our preparation, 

A heart and tongue of fire I 

That this our proclamation 
May speed as we desire. 




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From the Danish. 
THOU HOLY SPIRIT, COMFORTER SUBLIME. 

The hymns of Denmark are little known here: but Mr. Gilbert Tait has 
recently (London, iS68) translated a hundred of them. This one is by Christensen. 

'' B ^HOU Holy Spirit, Comforter sublime ; 

Thou purest Fountain of eternal Truth ; 
Thou who, enthroned above all space and time, 
Cleavest the darkness with Thy rays of ruth ; 
Come, Thou exalted, mystic Guest, 
Through Thee may Pentecost be blest ! 
O Thou, high Heaven's Dove, 
In glory, life, and love. 
Fly down, and be our rapture and our rest ! 

Into our bosom may Thy message steal, 

A word recalling the eternal Word : 
A holy joy, a holy strength reveal ; 

Enrich, inspire with things unseen, unheard. 
O cleanse our soul from leprous sin ; 
Lead potent Grace in triumph in. 
Renew us in Christ's peace. 
And through the grand release 
May we our deathless, priceless heirdom win ! 





RETURNED IS SACRED PENTECOST. 281 

Bound by the bonds of sacred peace we dwell 

In sweetest, in the Spirit's unity. 
Through faith ecstatic may our anthems swell, 
Tones in the mighty concert of the sky ! 
Let seeds from heaven scattered grow 
As heaven, fruitful here below; 
Let earth, so barren, cold, 
Bring forth a hundredfold 
The trees of life, that heal all human woe. 

Thou, Spirit, hast the strong foundations laid 

Which never, never can be overthrown ; 
Stablished thereon, in noblest grace arrayed, 
May Thy true Church increasing converts own ! 
Us in our combats strengthen, cheer; 
In our temptations be Thou near ; 
Us with faith's valors shield ; 
Ne'er may we craven yield, 
But seek immortal homes in holy fear. 




RETURNED IS SACRED PENTECOST. 

The three which follow are taken from Hymns for the tise of the Lutheran Coit- 
greffatiojis in the Danish West India Islaiids. Copenhageii, 1850. Authorized by 
the Danish Government. Of 150 hymns therein, the majority appear to be original 
translations, made by a person not thoroughly familiar with English. In naive rude- 
ness and " sweet simplicity," they resemble the early Moravian versions from the 
German, one of which we have ventured to insert in this book. 

"D ETURNED is sacred Pentecost : 
-^^ Be Thou our Guest, O Holy Ghost ! 
With God the Father and the Son 
Thou from eternity art One. 






282 DANISH HYMNS. 

Lord, support me, proofs to give 
That Jesus Christ in me doth live, 
And that in none I hope and trust 
But Him who came to save the lost. 

1 pray Thee, Holy Ghost, abide 
With me, and be to Truth my Guide, 
That I may never from the way 

Of faith in Christ one moment stray. 

Should carelessly asleep I fall. 
Rouse me by Thy almighty call, 
And keep me, that with greater care 
I may avoid sin's hidden snare. 

Without Thee I should vainly seek 
The way to God and Jesus meek : 
Grant therefore that Thy heavenly light 
Shine always to me clear and bright. 

In grief and fear and poverty 
And in temptation, stay with me; 
Thou art my Comforter ; supply 
Me with Thy comfort till I die. 

Then gladly I shall bear my cross 
And count as gain my worldly loss, 
If thus I gain the treasure which 
In Jesus Christ doth make me rich. 

Holy Ghost, I trust in Thee : 

1 pray that Thou wilt strengthen me, 
And fill my heart with hope and faith, 
And make me cheerful in my death. 







BE OUR SUPPORT, O HOLY GHOST! 283 




BE OUR SUPPORT, O HOLY GHOST! 



From the same source. 



T3 E our support, O Holy Ghost ! 
^~^ Our lot is naught but weakness. 
To dangers we are here exposed, 
To wants, to grief and sickness. 
Our flesh and blood 
Are foes, O God, 
That threaten to enslave us : 
We should be lost 
If, Holy Ghost, 
Thou wert not sent to save us. 

We often should be led astray 

And lose the path forever, 
If Thou didst not enlight our way, 
And wert a Guide that never 

Wilt us forsake ; 

If we but wake 
When Thou dost kindly call us, 

If we obey, 

O Spirit, Thee, 
No evil can befall us. 

O Holy Ghost, send us Thy light. 
Thy strength and consolation ; 

Watch over us by day and night. 
Complete Thou our salvation : 






284 DANISH HYMNS. 

Until we see 
What here must be 

To mortal eyes concealed, 
Until at length 
In light and strength 

Our happiness is sealed. 





GOD HOLY GHOST, TEACH US IN FAITH. 

Apparently founded, to some extent, on Luther's Nu7t bitietz wir den Heilgen 
Geist. 

f~^ OD Holy Ghost, teach us in faith 
^^ To love our Saviour truly, 
With all our heart, in life and death, 

And thus to serve Him duly : 
That we may get from death release, 
In Jesus' wounds obtain the peace 

Which is alone His merit. 

Help always, that Thy doctrine sound 
May be our heart's best treasure, 

And that Thy blessed Word be found 
A source of life and pleasure ! 

Yea, render us dead unto sin, 

Born new to Heaven's peace again, 
With fruits of faith abounding ! 

When life and breath shall pass away, 
When death will make us shiver. 

Let us Thy comfort feel, we pray, 
From sadness us deliver : 





SPIRIT OF CHARITY. 285 

That we may then our soul commend 
With confidence in Jesus' hand, 
To rest in peace and safety. 




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From the French. 
SPIRIT OF CHARITY. 

Jeanne de la Mothe Guion (1647-1717), the celebrated Quietest. Her poems 
were written during a ten-years' imprisonment. Some of them were translated in 
17S2 by William Cowper (1731-1800), and given to his friend the Rev. William 
Bull, who published them in 1801. Two brief extracts are here given. 

OPIRIT of Charity, dispense 
*^ Thy Grace to every heart ; 
Expel all other spirits thence, 
Drive self from every part. 
Charity Divine, draw nigh, 
Break the chains in which we lie ! 

All selfish souls, whate'er they feign, 

Have still a slavish lot ; 
They boast of liberty in vain ; 

Of love, and feel it not. 
He whose bosom glows with Thee, 
He, and he alone, is free. 

O blessedness, all bliss above, 
When Thy pure fires prevail ! 

Love only teaches what is love ; 
All other lessons fail. 

We learn its name, but not its powers ; 

Experience only makes it ours. 






286 FRENCH HYMNS. 




r\ MESSENGER of dear delight, 

^^ Whose voice dispels the deepest night, 

Sweet peace-proclaiming Dove ! 
With Thee at hand to soothe our pains, 
No wish unsatisfied remains, 

No task, but that of love. 




"HE SHALL TESTIFY OF ME." 

John xv. 26. 

The celebrated Dr. Cesar Malan, of Geneva, wrote some 83 hymns, which have 
been translated by Jane E. Arnold, and printed in London, 1866, mider the title 
Lyra Evangelica. From that volume are taken the two which follow. 

f~\ HOLY Spirit, blessed Comforter, 
^^^^ Who hast revealed the Saviour to my heart. 
Lead me again to Him whom I adore, 
And the assurance of His Love impart. 

Once in blind ignorance I loved to stray. 

And only lived the world's vain smile to share , 

And thus while wandering in error's way, 
My onward path was darkness and despair. 

Eternal Spirit ! Thine almighty power 

Illumined this dark scene with heavenly light, 

And graciously revealed in that blest hour 
Jesus, the anointed Saviour, to my sight. 





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HE SHALL GUIDE YOU INTO TRUTH. 287 

But, Lord, I could not realize Thy Love, 

Nor dared to trust Thy Word and venture near, 

Until, through faith in Jesus' precious Blood, 
" Peace in believing " banished all my fear. 

O Holy Comforter ! I bless Thy Name, 
Who hast my soul to Life eternal sealed : 

By Thee my precious Saviour's Love I claim, 
And to His Will would glad obedience yield. 

Lord ! ever speak of Jesus to my heart ; 

Help me to love Him, serve Him, and adore ; 
And thus prepare my spirit, here on earth. 

To dwell with Him in Heaven forever more. 




"HE SHALL GUIDE YOU INTO ALL TRUTH." 

John xvi. 13. 

OPIRIT of Truth ! Thy gracious beams 
*^ Of heavenly light impart ; 
Revealing all the Father's Love 
To ever}' waiting heart. 

Cause us to taste and feed upon 

The sweetness of Thy Word ; 
There may our precious Saviour's voice 

Celestial peace afford. 






288 



FRENCH HYMNS. 




From pride and error guard our steps, 

Their latent evils show ; 
And lead us to the sacred founts 

Whence living waters flow. 

Show us the glory of our Lord, 

And consecrate our powers 
To Him through whose victorious Love 

Eternal Life is ours. 







OLD ENGLISH HYMNS. 



1530-1700. 







/^ BLESSED Spirit, Who guidest and governest the Church 
of Christ in all truth, illuminating its doctors, strengthen- 
ing its martyrs and perfecting its saints : Thou Bond of the 
mystical union between Christ our Head and us His members, 
and between the Church above and the Church below, have 
mercy upon us, and keep us in the unity of the faith. Amen. 







OLD ENGLISH HYMNS. 

I 530-1 700. 



BISHOP MYLES COVERDALE, 14S8-1569. 

One of the leading Reformers; translator of the Scriptures (153s), and Bishop of 
Exeter (1551-53). His forty Goostly Psalmes and Spirititall Soiiges appeared before 
1539- Two of them, translated from Luther, are given at pp. 231, 237, of this volume. 
This one, which stands first of the forty in his Reinains, is perhaps in part founded on 
Luther's Komm Gott, ScJiopfer. 

(^\ HOLY Spirite our Comfortoure, 

^^ For grace and help, Lorde, now we call; 

Teach us to know Christ our Savioure, 

And His Father's mercy over all. 

From His swete Worde let us not fall ; 

But lyft up our hertes alway to The, 

That we may receave it thankfully. 

Nowe seynge we are come together 

To heare the wordes of verite ; 

In understandynge be Thou Guyder, 

That we may folowe the voyce of The. 

From straunge lernynge, Lorde, kepe us fre, 

That we thorowe them be not begyled : 

Kepe our understandynge undefyled. 

We praye The also, blessed Lorde, 
Enflame our hertes so with Thy Grace, 






292 OLD ENGLISH HYMNS. 

That in our lives we folowe Thy Worde, 
And one forgeve another's trespace. 
To amende our Ij^ves, Lord, geve us space ; 
With Thy godly frutes endewe us all, 
That from Thy Worde we never fall. 

Let us not have Thy Worde only 
In our mouthe and in our talkynge ; 
But both in dede and verite 
Let us shewe it in our lyvynge. 
Make us frutefull in every thynge. 
And in good workes so to encrease 
That whyle we lyve, we may The please. 

O Lorde, lende us Thy strength and power. 

To mortifie all carnall luste : 

In all our trouble send us succour. 

That we faynt not in The to truste. 

And make us stronge to suffer with Christe, 

Beynge pacient in adversite, 

And in all thynges thankful! to The. 

oojagcjoo 




ANONYMOUS. 



From the Old Version of the Psalms, by Sternhold, Hopkins, and ofhers, 
completed in 1562 : or rather one of the hymns added thereto, and partly by the same 
writers. I know no way of ascertaining the precise date and authorship of this. 



/^OME, Holy Spirit, God of might, 
^ The Comforter of all ; 
Teach us to know Thy Word aright, 
That we may never fall. 






BEFORE SERMON. ^ 293 



O Holy Ghost, visit our land, 
Defend us with Thy shield ; 

Against all sin and wickedness, 
Lord, help us win the field. 

O Lord, preserve our King, and bless 

His council, that they may 
Be steadfast in the Gospel of 

Our Saviour Christ alway. 

O Lord, that giv'st Thy holy Word, 
Send preachers plenteously. 

That in the same we may accord, 
And therein live and die. 

O Holy Spirit, guide aright 
The preachers of Thy Word, 

That Thou by them may'st cut down sin 
As it were with a sword. 

Depart not from Thy pastors pure. 

But aid them at their need. 
Who break to us the Bread of Life 

Whereon our souls do feed. 

Blessed Spirit of Truth, keep us 

In peace and unity ; 
Keep us from sects and errors all 

And from all heresy. 







294 . OLD ENGLISH HYMNS. 

Convert all those that are our foes 
And bring them to Thy light, 

That they and we may all agree, 
And praise Thee day and night. 

True faith in us, O Lord, increase, 

And let love so abound 
That man and wife may live in peace 

And all about us round. 

In our time give Thy peace, O Lord, 

To nations far and nigh. 
And teach them all Thy Word, that they 

May sing to Thee most high. 

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FRANCIS KTNWELMERSH. 

"A member of Gray's Imi," friend of Gascoigne, and a "noted poet in the age 
of Elizabeth." From The Paradise of Daintie Devises. 1576. Reprinted in Edward 
Farr's Select Poetry 0/ the Reign of Queen Elizabeth^ 1845. 

/^OME, Holy Ghost, eternall God, 

^^ And ease the wofull greefe. 

That through the heapes of heavy sinne 

Can noewhere find releefe : 

Do Thou, O God, redresse 
The great distresse 

Of sinfuU heavinesse. 

Come, comfort the afflicted thoughts 
Of my consumed heart : 






O SPIRIT OF ESPECIAL POWER. 295 

O rid the pearcing pricking paines 
Of my tormenting smart. 

Holy Ghost, graunt me 
That I by Thee 

From sinne may purged be. 

Thou art my God ; to Thee alone 

1 will commend my cause : 

Nor glittering golde, nor precious stone, 
Shall make me leave Thy lawes. 
O teach me then the way 

Whereby I may 
Make Thee my onely stay. 

My lippes, my tung, my heart, and all 

Shall spread Thy mightie Name ; 
My voice shall never cease to sound 

The praises of the same. 

Yea, everie living thing 
Shall sweetly sing 

To Thee, O heavenlie King. 




-•oJfSsJoo- 



RICHARD VENNARD. 

"A gentleman of Lincoln's Inn," who wrote three books. This is from The 
Right Way to Heaven, 1601, through Farr's Select Poetry. 

r^ HEAVENLY Spirit of especiall power, 

^-^ That in Thy hand Thy praise of praises boldest. 

And from the top of Truthe's triumphant tower 
The hidden fence of fairest thoughts unfoldest. 






296 OLD ENGLISH HYMNS. 

Inspire this hart and humble soule of mine 
With some sweet sparkle of T\\y power divine. 

Teach me to think but on that onely thought, 
Wherein doth live the grace of vertue's glory ; 

And learn no more than what Thy Truth hath 
taught 
To those best wits that write Thy worthie story ; 
Wherein is seene in heaven and earth's preserving 
The highest point of praises, praise deserving. 

Let not compare come neere unto none such : 

Heaven bee my thought, and let the world go by : 
And say with all that, say I ne'er so much. 
All are but trifles to Thy treasurie : 
For all no more than what Thy mercy giveth, 
Who can behold wherein Thy glory liveth? 

No, I can see the shining of the sunne, 

But cannot sound the essence of the light : 
Then of Thy face, in whom that faire begunne, 
How can my soule presume to have a sight? 
No, my deere God, Thy glory hath a beeing, 
Where eye, nor heart, nor soule, may have a seeing. 

And therefore. Lord, since such Thy glory is 
As cannot be but of Thyselfe conceived ; 

And heaven nor earthe containes that sparke of 
blisse 
But from Thy hand of mercy is received ; 

What spirit can her sweetest passion raise 

Neare to the due of Thy deserved praise? 







PENITENCE. 297 

Yet since all glory doth belong to Thee, 

Thy Name in all things must bee magnified ; 

And by Thy mercy Thou hast made me see 
How in my soule Thou may'st be glorified : 

In that sweet mercy make my soule to know 

How best I may that blessed glory show. 

00 >§»<<>*) 




ANONYMOUS. 



From a MS. of about 1600, first printed by the Religious Tract Society, 1846, 
under the title, Aiicient Devotional Poetry. 



f~^ HOLY Spirit, assist me with Thy Grace, 
^^ And ope my eyes that I may see my shame ; 
How lewdlie I have lived before Thy face, 

And how I still persever in the same. 
O Holy Comforter of all distrest, 

Behold my wretched state and pittie mee : 
Lend help at length, inspire within my brest 

Thy wholesome counsells to recomfort mee : 
O daigne to inhabite in my house of clay, 

And purifie it with Thy clensing power ; 
My ouglie sins let them be chased away. 

Regenerate me, Lord ; O let this hour 
Be the last instant of my fowle offending 
And blest beginning of my life's amending. 






298 OLD ENGLISH HYMNS. 



EDMUND SPENSER, 1553-1598. 

The seventh verse of An Hy7iine of Heaveiily Love, and the second and third of 
A ti Hymne of Heavenlie Beatitie ; 1596. 

"\7^ET, O most blessed Spirit ! pure Lampe of Light, 
■^ Eternal Spring of Grace and Wisdom trew, 

Vouchsafe to shed into my barren spright 
Some little drop of Thy celestiall dew, 
That may my rymes with sweet infuse embrew, 

And give me words equall unto my thought, 

To tell the marveiles by Thy mercy wrought. 




1[ 70UCHSAFE then, O Thou most almightie 
^ Spright ! 

From whom all gifts of wit and knowledge flow, 

To shed into my breast some sparkling light 
Of Thine eternall Truth, that I may show 
Some little beames to mortall eves below 

Of that immortall Beautie there with Thee, 

Which in my weake distraughted mind I see : 

That with the glorie of so goodly sight 

The hearts of men, which fondly here admire 

Faire seeming shewes, and feed on vaine delight. 
Transported with celestiall desire 
Of those faire formes, may lift themselves up 
hyer, 

And learn to love, with zealous humble dewty. 

The eternall Fountaine of that heavenl}'- beauty. 






LISTEN, SWEET DOVE, UNTO MY SONG. 299 



GEORGE HERBERT, 1593-1633. 

Prebend of Layton Ecclesia (1626) and Rector of Bemerton (1630): the leading 
sacred poet of an age rich in meditative and devotional verse. 

WHIT-SUNDAY. 

T ISTEN, sweet Dove, unto my song, 
-^^ And spread Thy golden wings in me ; ' 
Hatching my tender heart so long, 
Till it get wing, and fly away with Thee. 

Where is that fire which once descended 
On Thy Apostles ? Thou didst then 
Keep open house, richly attended, 
Feasting all comers by twelve chosen men. 

Such glorious gifts Thou didst bestow, 
That the earth did like a heaven appear ; 
The stars were coming down to know 
If they might mend their wages, and serve here. 

The sun, which once did shine alone, 
Hung down his head, and wished for night, 
When he beheld twelve suns for one 
Going about the world, and giving light. 

But since those pipes of gold, which brought 
That cordial water to our ground. 
Were cut and martyred by the fault 
Of those who did themselves through their side 
wound ; 







300 



OLD ENGLISH HYMNS. 




Thou shutt'st the door, and keep'st within ; 
Scarce a good joy creeps through the chink ; 
And if the braves of conquering sin 
Did not excite Thee, we should wholly sink. 

Lord, though we change, Thou art the same, 
The same sweet God of love and light : 
Restore this day, for Thy great Name, 
Unto his ancient and miraculous right. 



PROVIDENCE. 

Some verses (the seventh to the eleventh, and the last three) of his long poem 
with this title. Whether they strictly belong here may be open to question. 

"X"! THEREFORE, most sacred Spirit, I here pre- 

' ^ sent 

For me and all my fellows, praise to Thee : 
And just it is that I should pa}^ the rent. 
Because the benefit accrues to me. 

We all acknowledge both Thy power and love 
To be exact, transcendent, and divine ; 
Who dost so strongly and so sweetly move. 
While all things have their will, yet none but 
Thine. 

For either Thy command, or Thy permission, > 
Lay hands on all : they are Thy right and left : 
The first puts on with speed an expedition ; 
The other curbs sin's stealing pace and theft. 






GEORGE HERBERT. 301 

Nothing escapes them both ; all must appear, 
And be disposed, and dressed, and tuned by Thee, 
Who sweetly temper'st all. If we could hear 
Thy skill and art, what music would it be ! 

Thou art in small things great, not small in any ; 
Thy even praise can neither rise, nor fall. 
Thou art in all things one, in each thing many : 
For Thou art infinite in one and all. 

• ••••• 

But who hath praise enough? nay, who hath any? 
None can express Thy works, but he that knows 

them ; 
And none can know Thy works, which are so 

many, 
And so complete, but only he that owes them. 

All things that are, though they have several ways, 
Yet in their being join with one advice 
To lionor Thee : and so I give Thee praise 
In all my other hymns, but in this twice. 

Each thing that is, although in use and name 
It go for one, hath many ways in store 
To honor Thee : and so each hymn Thy fame 
ExtoUeth many ways, yet this one more. 







302 OLD ENGLISH HYMNS. 

GRIEVE NOT THE HOLY SPIRIT. 

EPHESIANS iv. 30. I 

A ND art Thou grieved, sweet and sacred Dove, 
^ When I am sour. 

And cross Thy Love? 
Grieved for me? the God of strength and power 
Grieved for a worm, which when I tread, 
I pass away and leave it dead? 

Then weep, mine eyes, the God of Love doth grieve. 
Weep, fooHsh heart. 
And weeping live ; 
For earth is dry as dust. Yet if ye part, 
End as the night, whose sable hue 
Your sins express : melt into dew. 

When sauc}^ mirth shall knock or call at door. 
Cry out, Get hence, 
Or cry no more. 
Almighty God doth grieve. He puts on sense : 
I sin not to my grief alone. 
But to my God's too : He doth groan. 

O take thy lute, and tune it to a strain 
Which may with Thee 
All day complain : 
There can no discord but in ceasing be. 
Marbles can weep ; and surely strings 
More bowels have than such hard things. 







GEORGE HERBERT. 30^ 

Lord, I adjudge myself to tears and grief; 
Even endless tears 
Without relief. 
If a clear spring for me no time forbears, 
But runs, although I be not dry ; 
I am no crystal, what shall I? 

Yet if I wail not still, since still to wail 
Nature denies. 

And flesh would fail 
If my deserts were masters of mine eyes ; 
Lord, pardon, for Thy Son makes good 
My want of tears with store of blood. 




THE SAME REWRITTEN. 

By John Wesley, 1739. In his Hyjitns and Sacred Poevts of that date he 
printed some 42 hymns modernized and popularized "from Herbert." Only one of 
them has come into use, the noble "Teach me, my God and King": and only one 
other has any special merit : they have usually been passed by without notice. And 
yet John Wesley had it in him to be nearly or quite as great a poet as his brother 
Charles. Some of his versions from the German (chiefly published in the same book 
of 1739,1 are among the grandest of all our English hymns. None of them, unfortu- 
nately for us, come within the range of this volume. 

A ND art Thou grieved, O Sacred Dove, 
■^-^ When I despise or cross Thy Love? 
Grieved for a worm ; when every tread 
Crushes, and leaves the reptile dead? 

Then mirth be ever banished hence. 
Since Thou art pained by my offence : 
I sin not to my grief alone. 
The Comforter within doth groan. 






304 OLD ENGLISH HYMNS. 

Then weep, my eyes, for God doth grieve ! 
Weep, fooHsh heart, and weeping live : 
Tears for the living mourner plead, 
But ne'er avail the hopeless dead. 

Lord, I adjudge myself to grief, 
To endless tears without relief: 
Yet O ! to exact Thy due forbear. 
And spare a feeble creature, spare ! 

Still if I wail not, (still to wail 
Nature denies, and flesh would fail) 
Lord, pardon — for Thy Son makes good 
My want of tears, with store of blood. 

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JOSEPH BEAUMONT, D.D., 1615-1699. 



King's Professor of Divinity at Cambridge ; a man of great repute in his day, and 
author of Psyche, the longest poem in the language, now utterly forgotten. A selec- 
tion from his shorter poems was published in quarto half a century after his death, and 
seems to have been overlooked by the critics and collectors, though some of them are 
extremely fine. The verses which follow are probably from his Catkejiterma, or morn- 
ing devotions, written in the summer of 1632. 



WHIT-SUNDAY. 



"POUNTAIN of sweets ! Eternal Dove ! 
• Which leav'st Thy glorious perch above, 
And hovering down, vouchsafest thus 
To make Thy nest below with us : 






LITANY TO THE HOLY SPIRIT. 305 

Soft as Thy softest feathers, may 
We find Thy Love to us to-day ; 
And in the shelter of Thy wing 
Obtain Thy leave and grace to sing. 




II. 



nr^UNE we our heart-strings high, 

"^ And to the Heavenly Dove, 
As we are able, fly 

On vocal wings of love : 
To Him our thanks and praises pay 
In all the tongues He gave to-day. 




ROBERT HERRICK. Born 1591. 



From his Nohle Nmnhers, 1647. Two very curious verses, the fourth and fifth, 
are here, as in iDost editions of the poem, omitted. 



LITANIE TO THE HOLY SPIRIT. 

TN the houre of my distress. 

When temptations me oppresse, 
And when I my sins confesse. 

Sweet Spirit, comfort me. 

When I lie within my bed. 
Sick in heart and sick in head. 
And with doubts discomforted, 

Sweet Spirit, comfort me. 
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3o6 OLD ENGLISH HYMNS. 

When the house doth sigh and weepe. 
And the world is drowned in sleepe, 
Yet mine eyes the watch doe keepe, 
Sweet Spirit, comfort me. 

When the passing bell doth tole, 
And the furies, in a shole. 
Come to fright a parting soule, 

Sweet Spirit, comfort me. 

When the tapers now burn blue, 
And the comforters are few. 
And that number more than true. 
Sweet Spirit, comfort me. 

When the priest his last hath praid, 
And I nod to what is said, 
' Cause my speech is now decaid. 
Sweet Spirit, comfort me. 

When God knowes I'm tost about, 
Either with despaire or doubt. 
Yet, before the glasse be out, 

Sweet Spirit, comfort me. 

When the tempter me pursu'th 
With the sins of all my youth. 
And half damns me with untruth. 
Sweet Spirit, comfort me. 

When the flames and hellish cries 
Fright mine ears and fright mine eyes, 
And all terrors me surprise, 

Sweet Spirit, comfort me. 







THE LORD'S GARDEN. 

When the judgment is revealed, 
And that opened which was sealed, 
When to Thee I have appealed, 

Sweet Spirit, comfort me. 




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HENRY MORE, 1614-16S7. 

Fellow and Tutor of Christ's College, Cambridge. From his Psyckozoia, or the 
Song of the Soitl, containing a Christiano-Platonic Display of Life^ 1640. 

(^\ THOU eternal Spright ! cleave ope the skie, 

^^ And take Thy flight into my feeble breast ; 

Enlarge my thoughts, enlight my dimmer eye, 

That wisely, of that burthen (closely prest 

In my strait mind) I may be dispossest. 

My muse must sing of things of mickle weight ; 

The soule's eternitie is my great guest. 

Do Thou me guide : Thou art the soule's sure 

Light ; 
Grant that I never err, but ever wend aright. 

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JOHN AUSTIN. Died 1669. 

A Romanist, and author or compiler of Devotions in the Ancient IVay of Offices ^ 
166S. This was "reformed" by Theophilus Dorrington, i6S6, and by Mrs. 
Susanna Hopton a little later: her version, edited by Dean (or Bishop) Hickes, has 
been several times reprinted. 

I. 

/''"^OME, Holy Spirit, come and breathe , 
^^ Thy spicy odors on the face 
Of our dull regions here beneath, 

And fill our souls with Thy sweet Grace. 






3o8 . OLD ENGLISH HYMNS. 

Come and root out the poisonous weeds 
Which overrun and choke our hves ; 

And in our hearts plant Thine own seeds, 
Whose quickening power our spirit revives. 

First plant the humble violet there, 

Which dwells secure by dwelling low ; 

Then let the lily next appear. 

And make us chaste, yet fruitful too. 

But O, plant all the virtues. Lord, 

And let the metaphors alone : 
Repeat once more that mighty word ; 

Thou need'st but say. Let it be done. 

We can, alas, nor be, nor grow, 

Unless Thy powerful mercy please ; 

Thy Hand must plant and water too, 
Thy Hand alone must give the increase. 

Do then what Thou alone canst do, 

Do what to Thee so easy is : 
Conduct us through this world of woe. 

And place us safe in Thine own bliss. 

All glory to the sacred Three, 
One ever-living sovereign Lord ; 

As at the first, still may He be 

Beloved and praised, feared and adored. 







COME, MILD AND HOLY DOVE. 309 



A modern abridgment of the above is found in John Bickersteth's Psalms and 
Hyimts, 4th edition, 1832. 

/^^OME, Holy Spirit, come and breathe 
^^ Fresh fragrance on a weary soil ; 
By Thee, dispelled the shades of death. 
The barren wilderness shall smile. 

All noxious weeds root out, destroy ; 

Plant trees of righteousness around ; 
Thy quickening gracious power employ, 

And plenteous may the fruit be found. 

Let holy graces live and grow. 

Faith, hope, and love, and joy and peace : 
Thou art their Source, from Thee they flow ; 

O grant the wished for rich increase. 




II. 

This fine hymn has been introduced into a few collections, and lately rewritten by 
the Rev. W. J. Blkw. 

/^OME, mild and holy Dove, 
^^ Descend into our breast ; 
Do Thou in us, make us in Thee 
Forever dwell and rest. 

Come, and spread o'er our heads 
Thy soft all-cherishing wing. 
That in its shade we safe may sit, 
And to Thee praises sing : 

To Thee who giv'st us Life, 
Our better Life of Grace ; 
Who giv'st us breath, and strength, and speed 
To run and win our race. 






3IO OLD ENGLISH HYMNS. 

If by the way we faint, 

Thou reachest forth Thy hand ; 
If our own weakness makes us fall, 

Thou mak'st our weakness stand. 

When we are sliding back. 
Thou dost our danger stop ; 
When we again, alas, are fallen. 
Again Thou tak'st us up. 

Else there we still must lie. 
And still sink lower down ; 
Our hope to rise is all from Thee, 
Our ruin 's all our own. 

O my ingrateful soul ! 

What shall our dulness do 
For Him that does all this for us. 
Only our love to woo? 

We'll love Thee then, dear Lord, 
But Thou must give that love ; 
We '11 humbly beg it of Thy Grace, 

But Thou our prayers must move.^ 

* This is Mr. Blew's revision of w. S and g : — 

Be Thou our Strength, O Lord, 
Our Life by which we live ; 
Our Love, our Joy, our Hope ; but Thou 
That Life of love must give. 

Sjeak Thou within our souls ; 
Our prayers within us pray : 
And hear Thyself within us speak, 
For Thine own prayers are they. 







O SACRED SPIRIT. 31I 

O hear Thine own Self speak, 
For Thou in us dost pray ; 
Thou canst as quickly grant as ask, 
Thy Grace knows no delay. 

Glory to Thee, O Lord, 
One coeternal Three ; 
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
One equal glory be. 




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JOHN- RAWLET. 

Author of Poatick Miscellanies, 1687. I take this and the next through the great 
Moravian Collection of 1754, and cannot answer for the text. 

f^\ SACRED Spirit, within my soul repeat 

^"^^ Those blessings, which once made this day so 

great ; 
Breathe Thou upon me with that heavenly Wind 
Which may refresh and purify my mind. 

Kindle within me and preserve that Fire 
Which may with holy love my breast inspire, 
And with an active zeal' my mind inflame 
To do Thy will, to glorify Thy Name. 

Furnish me richly both with gifts and Grace 
To fit me for the duties of my place : 
So open Thou my lips, my heart so raise, 
That both my heart and mouth may give Thee 
praise. 






312 



OLD ENGLISH HYMNS. 




As in Thy temple, keep Thou residence 
Within my soul, and never part from thence, 
Till I am framed and fitted by Thy Hand 
A pillar in God's House above to stand. 



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LANCELOT ADDISON, D.D., 1632-1703. 

Dean of Lichfield, and father of Joseph Addison. He published some theological 
treatises, and a small volume, now rare, of Devotional Poeins, 1699. 

/"^OME, blessed Spirit, descend and light on me ; 
^-^ Give me one beam of Thy Divinity ; 
One, 'bove whatever yet Thou didst impart, 
Since first Thou didst inflame my teeming heart. 

Thou didst descend in cloven tongues and fire ; 
O touch my tongue, a,nd my cold heart inspire. 
That the one may praise Thee, and the other love 
Thee, and those mansions (whence Thou cam'st) 
above. 

Thou say'st Thou 'rt grieved, when we refuse Thy 

Grace, 
And Thy blest intimations find no place : 
And art Thou grieved for me, blest Spirit of Love? 
Oh, though Thou grieve, do not from me remove ! 

For me hast Tliou been grieved, been grieved by 

me : 
O let me grieve, that e'er I grieved Thee ; 
And by Thy conduct, aid, and sacred fires, 
Yet may I see the Land of my desires. 






ENGLISH HYMNS 



OF THE 



EIGHTEENTH CENTURY. 







/^\ GOOD Paraclete, O eternal Virtue, O true Charity, and 
loving Etei'nity, gentle Spirit, abundantly replenish my 
heart with the sweetness of faith, hope, and charity ; ever in- 
flame it with the love of Thee and of my neighbor, that, ever 
cleaving to Thy service, I may obtain remission of my sins from 
Thee, the Fountain of mercies. Amen. 



/^ HOLY SPIRIT, drive from me the cruel enemy; bestow 
on me true affection, and the plentiful gifts of charity ; 
and grant that my conscience, serving Thee, may advance from 
day to day, and may submit itself to Thy unfailing Grace. 
Amen. 







ENGLISH HYMNS OF THE EIGH- 
TEENTH CENTURY. 



ISAAC WATTS, D.D., 1674-174S. 

The father of English hymnody, and perhaps still, by suffrage of the majority, the 
most popular of English hymnists; though hardly to be accounted the best. Of his 
800 hymns and more (including his paraphrases of the Psalms) all that celebrate the 
Holy Ghost, except a few scattered verses, are here given. He has another beginning, 
"Descend from Heaven, immortal Dove," but the bulk of it is about a different sub- 
ject. The first and third of these appeared in 1707, the second in 1709. 



THE WITNESSING AND SEALING SPIRIT. 

Rom. viii. 14, 16. Eph. i. 13, 14. 

'^T /"HY should the children of a King 

' ' Go mourning all their days? 
Great Comforter ! descend and bring 
Some tokens of Thy Grace. 

Dost Thou not dwell in all the saints, 
And seal them ^ heirs of heaven? 

When wilt Thou banish my complaints, 
And show my sins forgiven? 

Assure my conscience of her part 

In the Redeemer's Blood ; 
And bear Thy witness with my heart 

That I am born of God. 

' In many editions it is the heirs. 






3l6 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \%th CENTURY. 

Thou art the Earnest of His Love, 
The Pledge of joys to come ; 

And Thy soft wings, celestial Dove, 
Will safe convey me home. 





THE OPERATIONS OF THE HOLY SPIRIT. 

"PTERNAL Spirit, w^e confess 
-^-^ And sing the wonders of Thy Grace : 
Thy power conveys our blessings down 
From God the Father and the Son. 

Enlightened by Thine heavenly ray. 
Our shades and darkness turn to day .; 
Thine inward teachings make us know 
Our danger, and our refuge too. 

Thy power and glory work ^ within. 
And break the chains of reigning sin ; 
Do our imperious lusts subdue. 
And form our wretched hearts anew. 

The troubled conscience knows Thy voice ; 
Thy cheering words awake our joys ; 
Thy words allay the stormy wind. 
And calm the surges of the mind. 



1 In some early editions the verb throughout this verse is singular, — works within, 
breaks, doth, forms. 





COME, HOLY SPIRIT. 3 17 



BREATHING AFTER THE HOLY SPIRIT: OR 
FERVENCY OF DEVOTION DESIRED. 

/^OME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
^-^ With all Thy quickening powers ; 
Kindle a flame of sacred love 
In these cold hearts of ours. 

Look, how we grovel here below, 

Fond of these trifling toys : 
Our souls can neither fly nor go 

To reach eternal joys. 

In vain we tune our formal songs, 

In vain we strive to rise ; 
Hosannas languish on our tongues. 

And our devotion dies. 

Dear Lord ! and shall we ever lie ^ 

At this poor dying rate? 
Our love so faint, so cold to Thee, 

And Thine to us so great? 

Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
With all Thy quickening powers, 

Come,' shed abroad a Saviour's Love, 
And that shall kindle ours. 

* In some modern editions, live. 







3l8 ENGLISH HtMNS OF \Zth CENTURY. 



SIMON BROWNE, 1680-1733. 



Pastor at Portsmouth, and at the Old Jewry, London. In 1723 he met with some 
misfortunes, which preyed upon his mind, and produced that singular case of mono- 
mania, recorded in the text-books of Mental Philosophy : he thought that God had 
"annihilated in him the thinking substance, and utterly divested him of consciousness." 
Notwithstanding, says Toplady, " instead of having no soul, he wrote, reasoned, and 
prayed as if he had two." His works amount to 23, some of them still iu repute. His 
Hymns and Spiritual SongSi in Three Books, designed as a Supplei7ie7it to Dr. 
Watts, appeared iu 1720, and again in 1741 and 1760. They number 266, of which 
this is far the best. 



THE SOUL GIVING ITSELF UP TO THE CONDUCT 
AND INFLUENCE OF THE HOLY SPIRIT. 

/^OME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
^^ My sinful maladies remove : 
Be Thou my Light, be Thou my Guide ; 
O'er every thought and step preside. 

The light of Truth to me display, 
That I may know and choose my way ; 
Plant holy fear within mine heart. 
That I from God may ne'er depart. 

Conduct me safe, conduct me far 
From every sin and hurtful snare ; 
Lead me to God, my final Rest, 
In His enjoyment to be blest. 

Lead me to Christ, the living Way, 
Nor let me from His pastures stray. 
Lead me to Heaven, the seat of bliss, 
Where pleasure in perfection is. 







HE'S COME! 



319 




Lead me to holiness, the road 
That I must take, to dwell with God ; 
Lead to Thy Word, that rules must give, 
And sure directions how to live. 

Lead me to Means of Grace, where I 
May own my wants, and seek supply ; 
Lead to Thyself, the Spring from whence 
To fetch all quickening influence. 

Thus I, conducted still by Thee, 
Of God a child beloved shall be ; 
Here to His family pertain. 
Hereafter with Him ever reign. 



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ANONYMOUS, 1733. 

From a very curious " Specimen " often hymns, with music, appended to a sermon 
by Arthur Bedford, The Excellency of Divine Music, 1733. This is probably older, 
but I have not traced it further back. Six verses of it, altered, are in John Arnold's 
Compleat Psalmodist., third edition, 1753; and four (vv. i, 4, 5, and 6) in the 
American Prayer- Book Collection. 

T TE 'S come ! let every knee be bent, 
■*- -*• All hearts new joys resume ; 
Let nations sing with one consent, 
The Comforter is come ! 



No troubled thoughts molest our peace, 

This day all grief retire ; 
Let every fear forever cease, 

And every doubt expire. 






320 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \%th CENTURY. 

There is no end of the content 

And joy the Spirit brings ; 
Happy the man to whom 'tis lent ! 

That man sees wondrous things. 

What greater gift, what greater love 

Can God on man bestow? 
'Tis half the angels' heaven above, 

And all our heaven below. 

Hail, blessed Spirit ! not a soul 
But doth Thy goodness feel ; 

Thou dost our darling sins control, 
And fix our wavering zeal. 

Thou to the conscience dost convey 
The checks that all must know ; 

Thy motions first do show the way, 
Then give us strength to go. 

As pilots by the compass steer, 

Till they their harbor find. 
So do Thy sacred breathings here 

Guide every wandering mind. 

The flesh may strive our course t' impeach, 
The world's rough billows roar, 

But by Thy help we 're sure to reach 
The safe eternal shore. 







O THOU PROPITIOUS PARACLETE! 321 



THOMAS CONEY, D.D. 



Prebendary of Wells, and Rector of Chedzoy in Somersetshire : author of several 
volumes of Sermons, and of The Devout Soul: consistmg- of Meditations, Poems, 
Hymns, and Prayers, 1722. It is in two parts, the first being "An Entertainment for 
a Penitent,'' and the other "An Entertainment for the Thankful." The second of 
these affords us the following " Poem." 



f^ THOU propitious Paraclete ! 
^-^ Tiiou Holy Spirit, Eternal Lord ! 
Who man's redemption didst complete, 
And still to man dost aid afford ! 

Whilst I to Thee address my song, 
And ventm-e on Thy boundless praise, 

Be plea.sed to guide my faltering tongue, 
And elevate my humble lays. 

When the almighty God declared 
This spacious fabric of a world 

From barren Nothing should be reared, 
And round its infant axis hurled ; 

Thy brooding and prolific wings 

On medly Chaos sat at first, 
To hatch the seeds of future things 

And fix the vital stamp on dust. 

'Twas Thou the holy Prophets' breast 
With sacred ecstasy didst fill, 

And mad'st unerring tono-ues confess 
The latent counsels of Thy Will. 

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ENGLISH HYMNS OF \%rH CENTURY. 

Great David's soul Thou didst inspire, 
When the melodious harp he strung ; 

Thou didst supply the poet's fire 
And fit the numbers of his song. 

And when no thoughts Thou wilt impart, 
Ye wretched rhymers, 'tis in vain 

For you, the meaner sons of art, 
To torture your unteeming brain. 

Great Guardian of my Saviour's Spouse, 
Who dost her faithful sons secure ; 

Who dost maintain the servant's cause. 
And the declining Master's power ! 

Thou art of learning's stores possest, 
And dost Thy various gifts impart 

To inspire the sacred pastor's breast, 
And the dull stupid flock convert. 

Into the pious martyr's mind 

What rapturous joy dost Thou inspire, 
When, to the burning stake confined, 

He triumphs in the midst of fire ! 

Thou mak'st the timorous virgins dare 
Boldly resign their holy breath ; 

Virgins, whose softer natures fear 
The rude alarms of p;hastlv death. 







COME, HOLY GHOST, CELESTIAL DOVE. 323 

Even these (the foremost in the list of fame), 
When Thou Heaven's glories dost display, 

Have clasped and hugged the friendly flame 
Which bore their struggHng life away. 

O blessed Spirit ! whether I 

By lingering pains must end my days, 
Or by some sudden stroke must die, 

Assist me as my strength decays. 

Through all the frightful paths of death. 
Aid me with Thy reviving Grace ; 

And when i quit this mortal earth. 
Transport me to a better place. 

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THOMAS HARRISON. 

Poems on Divine Subjects, Second Edition, 1721. I take this from the Mora- 
vian Collection of 1754. 

/^OME, Holy Ghost, celestial Dove, 
^-^ Fill me with light, with joy and love ; 
By Thee inspired, to Thee I '11 raise 
A tribute of unfeigned praise. 

My soul, by sin's strong chains confined. 
Thou in a moment canst unbind : 
All solid pleasures flow from Thee, 
Whose office 'tis to comfort me. 






324 ■ ENGLISH HYMNS OF \Zth CENTURY. 



JAMES CRAIG, 1683-1744. 

"A native of East Lothian; one of the most popular preachers in Edinburgh." 
He published three volumes of Sermons, and Spiritual Life: Poems on Several 
Divine Subjects, 1727: Second Edition, 1751. I give the last of eleven verses, com- 
posing a very long piece on the various offices of the Spirit. 



A HYMN TO THE HOLY SPIRIT. 

ir^EAR Comforter of pious souls ! 

-^^^ How sweet the heavenly torrent rolls, 

When from on high Thou dost impart 

Thy consolations to the humble heart ! 

How oft have I by sweet experience found, 
When sore dejected and opprest 
With troubles like to rend my breast, 

Thy joys control my grief, and heal my bleeding 
wound ! 
O God of Grace, what thanks I owe 

To Thee, from whom my daily succors flow ! 
How kind, how potent Thy supplies. 
Which balance my infirmities ; 
Which strengthen me, a feeble worm, 
To bear the burden, stand the storm 
Of trials and hard-pressing woes ! 
By Thee I triumph o'er my foes. 
The world, my lusts, the powers of hell ; 
By Thee I am instructed well 
In dear religion's pleasant ways. 
By Thee I vent my heart in praise : 
By Thee with humble zealous care 
My task I ply : with me in prayer 







ON THE NORTH AND SOUTH WIND. 325 

Thou interced'st with mighty moans, 
With secret sympathizing groans, 

"Which though I can't express, attentive Heaven 
does hear. 
Yea, by sure signs in me revealed, 
Methinks I dare be bold to say 
That by Thy Grace divine I 'm sealed 
To the complete redemption-day. 
Meanwhile, my Guide, to Thee resigned. 
With humble and obsequious mind. 
Whatever Thou bid'st I '11 willing do. 
Where'er Thou lead'st I cheerful go ; 

Till at the end of Life's laborious path 
I smiling meet approaching Death : 
And then, my God, in transports lost, 

'Midst a detachment of the heavenly host 

With speed my soul her flight to Heaven shall wing, 
Where Father, Son, and Hol}^ Ghost 

She ever shall behold, and ever, ever sing. 




JOHN WRIGHT. 

Author of The Best J\Iirih ; or the Melody of Z ion. 1727. The abrupt and 
awkward ending of this piece is given unchanged, from a reprint (iSoo) of "the Second 
Edition corrected," 1745. 

ON THE NORTH AND SOUTH WIND. 

Canticles iv. 16. 

A WAKE, awake, Thou Spirit sweet. 
Give me a taste of Thee, 



And deal with me as Thou seest meet 
Let me Thy power see. 






326 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \Zth CENTURY. 

But since Thou knovv'st my frame is weak, 

Deal tenderly with me ; 
My soul is sore ; wound me no more, 

But make me trust in Thee. 

My soul is blasted with the cold 

Of winter, and I fade. 
Forsake me not when I am old : 

Of dust Thou hast me made. 

What is my garden, Lord, to Thee, 
That Thou should'st dwell therein? 

What have I done, that Thy dear Soti 
Should save me from my sin? 

My ground is dry, but, Lord, draw nigh, 

And water me this dav : 
My spices shall bring forth withal. 

If Thou Thy Love display. 

Come, eat Thy pleasant fruit, my Joy, 
My Love, my Lord, my Life ; 

And let no evil me destroy. 
But free my soul from strife. 

Indeed there is no grace in me 

To make Thy soul rejoice : 
The stock of Grace is laid in Thee ; 

O let me hear Thy voice. 

The voice of others change so oft 

There is no certainty ; 
When they have set my hopes aloft, 

They leave me with a lie. 







HAIL, HOLY GHOST. 327 



SAMUEL WESLEY, Jr., i 690-1 739. 

Elder brother of John and Charles, and no mean poet. He was usher at West- 
minster School till 1732, and then head-master of the Free School at Tiverton. His 
Poems appeared 1736, and were reprinted 1743 and 1862 This is one of a series of 
four hymns to the Trinity. 



AN HYMN TO GOD THE HOLY GHOST. 

x\IL, Holy Ghost, Jehovah, Third 
In order of the Three, 
Sprung from the Father and the Word 
From all eternity ! 

Thy Godhead brooding o'er the abj'ss 

Of formless waters lay, 
Spoke into order all that is, 

And darkness into day. 

In lowest hell, or heaven's height. 

Thy presence who can fly? 
Known is the Father to Thy sight. 

The depths of Deity. 

Thy power through Jesu's life displayed, 
Quite from the Virgin's womb, 

Dying, His soul an offering made. 
And raised Him from the tomb. 

God's image, which our sins destroy. 

Thy Grace restores below, 
And truth and holiness and joy 

From Thee their Fountain flow. 







328 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \^th CENTURY. 

Hail, Holy Ghost, Jehovah, Third 

In order of the Three, 
Throned with the Father and the Word 

Through all eternity. 




-ooj®fo 



CHARLES WESLEY, 170S-17S8. 

"Author of a great number of the best hymns in the English, or any other lan- 
guage." So says James Montgomeky in his Christian Poet, 1827. Yer from 
reasons apparent to the thoughtful reader, the immense mass of Wesley's poetry can 
be more freely used in books intended merely for private reading, than in such as aim 
to assist "the service of song in the house of the Lord." We have here drawn with- 
out stint from the liberal "tore. His verses, when taken at random, are in style far 
above the average of other reputable writers, and in matter generally of historical if 
not of intrinsic interest. Our extracts are given chronologically, in the order of their 
appearance. 

HEAR, HOLY SPIRIT, HEAR. 

From his first volume. Hymns and Sacred PoeTns, 1739. 



H 



EAR, Holy Spirit, hear. 
My inward Comforter ! 
Loosed by Thee, my stammering tongue 

First essays to praise Thee now : 
This the new, the joyful song : 
Hear it in Thy temple Thou ! 

Long o'er my formless soul 
The dreary waves did roll : 
Void I lay and sunk in night : 

Thou, the overshadowing Dove, 
Call'dst the chaos into light, 

Bad'st me be, and live, and love. 






HEAR, HOLY SPIRIT, HEAR. 329 

Thee I exult to feel, 
Thou in my heart dost dwell : 
There Thou bear'st Thy witness true, 

Shed'st the Love of God abroad ; 
I in Christ a creature new, 
I, even I, am born of God ! 

Ere yet the time was come 
To fix in me Thy home, 
With me oft Thou didst reside : 

Now, my God, Thou in me art ! 
Here Thou ever shalt abide ; 
One we are, no more to part. 

Fruit of the Saviour's prayer, 
My promised Comforter ! 
Thee the world cannot receive. 

Thee they neither know nor see ; 
Dead is all the life they live. 

Dark their light, while void of Thee. 

Yet I partake Thy Grace 
Through Christ my Righteousness : 
Mine the gifts Thou dost impart. 
Mine the unction from above, 
Pardon written on my heart, 

Light, and life, and joy, and love. 

Thy gifts, blest Paraclete, 
I glory to repeat : 







330 ENGLISH HYMNS OF iZth CENTURY. 

Sweetly sure of Grace I am, 
Pardon to my soul applied. 

Interest in the spotless Lamb ; 
Dead for all, for me He died. 

Thou art Thyself the Seal : 
I more than pardon feel, 
Peace, unutterable peace, 

Joy that ages ne'er can move. 
Faith's assurance, hope's increase, 
All the confidence of love. 

Pledge of Thy promise given, 
My antepast of Heaven ; 
Earnest Thou of joys divine, 

Joys divine on me bestow^ed ; 
Heaven, and Christ, and all is mine, 
All the plenitude of God. 

Thou art my inward Guide, 
I ask no help beside : 
Arm of God, to Thee I call. 
Weak as helpless infancy : 
Weak I am — yet cannot fall. 

Stayed by faith, and led by Thee. 

Hear, Holy Spirit, hear, 
My inward Comforter ! 
Loosed by Thee, my stammering tongue 

First essays to praise Thee now : 
This the new, the joyful song : 
Hear it in Thy temple Thou ! 







COME, HOLY GHOST. 33 1 

COME, HOLY GHOST, ALL QUICKENING FIRE. 

1739- 

/^^OME, Holy Ghost, all-quickening Fire, 
^^ Come, and in me delight to rest; 
Drawn by the lure of strong desire, 

O come and consecrate my breast : 
The temple of my soul prepare, 
And fix Thy sacred presence there ! 

If now Thy influence I feel. 

If now in Thee begin to live, 
Still to my heart Thyself reveal ; 

Give me Thyself, for ever give. 
A point my good, a drop my store : 
Eager I ask, and pant for more. 

Eager for Thee I ask and pant. 

So strong the principle divine 
Carries me out with sweet constraint. 

Till all my hallowed soul be Thine ; 
Plung'd in the Godhead's deepest sea, 
And lost in Thy Immensity. 

My Peace, my Life, my Comfort now, 
My Treasure, and my All Thou art ! 

True Witness of my sonship Thou, 
Engraving pardon on my heart ; 

Seal of my sins in Christ forgiven. 

Earnest of Love, and pledge of Heaven. 







332 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i'^th CENTURY. 

Come then, my God, mark out Thy heir, 
Of Heaven a larger earnest give ; 

With clearer light Thy witness bear ; 
More sensibly within me live ; 

Let all my powers Thy entrance feel, 

And deeper stamp Thyself the Seal. 

Come, Holy Ghost, all-quickening Fire, 
Come, and in me delight to rest ; 

Drawn by the lure of strong desire, 
O come and consecrate my breast : 

The temple of my soul prepare, 

And fix Thy sacred presence there ! 




HYMN TO GOD THE SANCTIFIER. 

From Hymns and Sacred Poems, i74o- 

/^^OME, Holy Ghost, all-quickening Fire, 
^^ Come, and my hallowed heart inspire. 

Sprinkled with the atoning Blood : 
Now to my soul Thyself reveal ; 
Thy mighty working let me feel. 

And know that I am born of God. 

Thy witness with my spirit bear 
That God, my God, inhabits there : 

Thou, with the Father and the Son, 
Eternal Light's coeval Beam : 
Be Christ in me, and I in Him, 

Till perfect we are made in one. 






HYMN TO GOD THE SANCTIFIER. ZZZ 

When wilt Thou mv whole heart subdue? 
Come, Lord, and form my soul anew, 

Emptied of pride, self-will, and hell: 
Less than the least of all Thy store 
Of mercies, I myself abhor ; 

All, all my vileness may I feel. 

Humble, and teachable, and mild, 
O may I, as a little child, 

My lowly Master's steps pursue ! 
Be anger to my soul unknown ; 
Hate, envy, jealousy, be gone : 

In love create thou all thino-s new. 



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Let earth no more my heart divide ; 
With Christ may I be crucified. 

To Thee with my whole soul aspire ; 
Dead to the world and all its toys. 
Its idle pomp and fading joN^s, 

Be Thou alone my one desire. 

Be Thou my joy, be Thou my dread ; 
In battle cover Thou my head, 

Nor earth nor hell so shall I fear ; 
So shall I turn my steady face. 
Want, pain defy, enjoy disgrace, 

Glory in dissolution near. 

My will be swallowed up in Thee ; 
Light in Thy light still may I see, 






334 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \Zth CENTURY^ 

Beholding Thee with open face : 
Called the full power of faith to prove, 
Let all my hallowed heart be love, 

And all my spotless life be praise. 

• 

Come, Holy Ghost, all-quickening Fire, 
My consecrated heart inspire, 

Sprinkled with the atoning Blood : 
Still to my soul Thyself reveal : 
Thy mighty working may I feel, 

And know that I am one with God ! 




BEFORE READING THE SCRIPTURES. 



1740. 



/''^OME, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire 
^"^ Let us Thy influence prove ; 
Source of the old prophetic fire, 
Fountain of life and love. 



Come, Holy Ghost, (for moved by Thee 
Thy prophets wrote and spoke,) 

Unlock the Truth, Thyself the Key, 
Unseal the sacred Book. 

Expand Thy wings, prolific Dove ; 

Brood o'er our nature's night ; 
On our disordered spirits move, 

And let there now be light. 






COME, THOU EVERLASTING SPIRIT. 335 

God through Himself we then shall know, 

If Thou within us shine ; 
And sound, with all Thy saints below. 

The depths of Love divine. 




HYMNS ON THE LORD'S SUPPER. 



I74S- 



/"^OME, Thou everlasting Spirit, 
^^ Bring to every thankful mind 
All the Saviour's dying merit, 

All His sufferings for mankind:- 
True Recorder of His Passion, 

Now the living faith impart ; 
Now reveal His great Salvation, 

Preach His Gospel to our heart. 

Come, thou Witness of His dying ; 

Come, Remembrancer divine ; 
Let us feel Th}^ power applying 

Christ to every soul, and mine ; 
Let us groan Thine inward groaning, 

Look on Him we pierced, and grieve; 
All receive the Grace atoning. 

All the sprinkled Blood receive. 






336 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \Zth CENTURY. 




II. 



/^~^OME, Holy Ghost, Thine influence shed, 
^-^ And realize the sign, 
Thy life infuse into the bread, 

Thy power into the wine- 
Effectual let the tokens prove, 

And made by heavenly art 
Fit channels to convey Thy Love 

To every faithful heart. 



in. 

/^~^OME, Thou Spirit of contrition, 
^^ Fill our souls with tender fears : 
Conscious of our lost condition, 

Melt us into gracious tears. 
Just and holy detestation 

Of our bosom sins impart. 
Sins that caused our Saviour's Passion, 

Sins that stabbed Flim to the heart. 

Fill our flesh with killing anguish, 

All our members crucify ; 
Let the offending nature languish 

Till on Jesu's Cross it die. 
All om- sins to death deliver. 

Let not one, not one survive : 
Then we live to God forever, 

Then in heaven on earth we live. 






SPIRIT OF FAITH, COME DOWN. 337 



SPIRIT OF FAITH, COME DOWN. 



From Hymtis of Petition and Thanksgiving for the Pro7nise of the Father, 
otherwise called Hymns for Whit-Sunday, 1746. 



OPIRIT of Faith, come down, 
^^ Reveal the things of God, 
And make to us the Godhead known, 
And witness with the Blood : 
'Tis Thine the Blood to apply, 
And give us eyes to see 
Who did for every sinner die 
Hath surely died for me. 

No man can truly say 
That Jesus is the Lord, 
Unless Thou take the veil away, 
And breathe the living Word ; 
Then, only then we feel 
Our interest in His Blood ; 
And cry with joy unspeakable, 

"Thou art my Lord, my God ! " 

I know my Saviour lives, 
He lives, who died for me ; 
My inmost soul His voice receives 
Who hangs on yonder Tree : 
Set forth before my eyes 
Even now I see Him bleed, 
And hear His mortal groans and cries, 
While suffering in my stead. 
22 







33^ ENGLISH HYMNS OF i%th CENTURY. 

O that the world might know 

The great atoning Lamb ! 

Spirit of Faith, descend, and show 

The virtue of His Name : 

The Grace which all may find, 

The saving power impart ; 

And testify to all mankind. 

And speak in every heart ! 

Inspire the living faith, 

(Which whosoe'er receives 
The witness in himself he hath. 
And consciously believes ;) 
The faith that conquers all, 
And doth the mountain move, 
And saves whoe'er on Jesus call, 
And perfects them in love. 




COME, HOLY, CELESTIAL DOVE. 
1746. 

/^OME, holy, celestial Dove, 
^^ To visit a sorrowful breast, 
My burden of guilt to remove. 

And bring me assurance and rest. 
Thou only hast power to relieve 

A sinner o'erwhelmed with his load ; 
The sense of acceptance to give, 

And sprinkle his heart with the Blood. 






COME, HOLY, CELESTIAL DOVE. 339 

With me if of old Thou hast strove, 

And strangely withheld from my sin, 
And tried, by the lure of Thy Love, 

My worthless affections to win : 
The work of Thy mercy revive ; 

Thine uttermost mercy exert ; 
And kindly continue to strive, 

And hold, till I yield Thee, my heart. 

Thy call if I ever have known, 

And sighed from myself to get free, 
And groaned the unspeakable groan. 

And longed to be happy in Thee ; 
Fulfil the imperfect desire ! 

Thy peace to my conscience reveal, 
The sense of Thy favor inspire. 

And give me my pardon to feel. 

If when I had put Thee to grief, 

And madly to folly returned, 
Thy pity hath been my relief. 

And lifted me up as I mourned ; 
Most pitiful Spirit of Grace, 

Relieve me asfain, and restore; 
My spirit in holiness raise. 

To fall and to suffer no more. 

If now I lament after God, 

And gasp for a drop of Thy Love, 

If Jesus hath bought Thee with Blood, 
For me to receive from above ; 







340 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \%th CENTURY. 

Come, heavenly Comforter, come, 
True Witness of mercy divine ; 

And make me Thy permanent home, 
And seal me eternally Thine ! 




AUTHOR OF EVERY WORK DIVINE. 



In the Hy7nns for Whit-Stuiday^ 1746, this is numbered as four successive 
hymns : but it is evidently a unit, and is best given as Jour parts of the same poem. 
The first part, with its breadth and beauty of thought, recalls some of the finer medi- 
aeval hymns. 



A UTHOR of every work divine, 
•^ -^ Who dost through both Creations shine, 

The God of Nature and of Grace ! 
Thy glorious steps in all we see. 
And wisdom attribute to Thee, 

And power, and majesty, and praise. 

Thou didst Thy mighty wings outspread, 
And brooding o'er the chaos, shed 

Thy Life into the impregned abyss, 
The vital principle infuse. 
And out of Nothing's womb produce 

The earth and heaven, and all that is. 

That all informing Breath Thou art 
Who dost continued life impart, 

And bidd'st the world persist to be : 






AUTHOR OF EVERY WORK DIVINE. 34 1 

Garnished by Thee, yon azure sky, 
And all those beauteous orbs on high, 
Depend in golden chains from Thee. 

Thou dost create the earth anew, 
(Its Maker and Preserver too,) 

By Thine almighty arm sustain : 
Nature perceives Thy secret force, 
And still holds on her even course. 

And owns Thy providential reign. 

Thou art the Universal Soul, 

The plastic Power that fills the whole. 

And governs earth, air, sea, and sky : 
The creatures all Thy breath receive. 
And who by Thy inspiring live, 

Without Thy inspiration die. 

Spirit immense, eternal Mind, 
Thou on the souls of lost mankind 

Dost with benignest influence move, 
Pleased to restore the ruined race. 
And new create a world of Grace 

In all the image of Thy Love. 



II. 



Spirit of Grace, we bless Thy name, 
Thy works and offices proclaim, 

Thy fruits, and properties, and powers 








ENGLISH HYMNS OF \ZrH CENTURY. 

Thou dost with kind intendering care 
The godless heart of man prepare, 
That God may yet again be om-s. 

Thou didst Tliy fallen creature see, 
Fallen from happiness and Thee, 

And swiftly to our rescue come : 
Well-pleased amongst the sons of men 
To fix Thy residence again, 

And make them Thy eternal home. 

Thou dost the first good thought inspire ; 
The first faint spark of pure desire 

Is kindled by Thy gracious breath ; 
By Thee made conscious of his fall. 
The sinner hears Thy sudden call. 

And starts out of the sleep of death. 

Convinced of sin and unbelief 

He sinks o'erwhelmed with sacred grief, 

And pines disconsolate for God, 
Till Thou the healing balm apply, 
The sinner freely justify, 

In Jesu's name and Jesu's Blood. 



HI. 

Spirit of Power, 'tis Thine alone 
To finish what Thyself begun, 

And crown Thy work with full success ; 
To them that groan beneath their sin 
Thou bring'st the sweet refreshment in, 

The everlasting righteousness. 






AUTHOR OF EVERY WORK DIVINE. 343 

Thou dost by Thine almighty Grace 
Again the abject sinner raise, 

Again our fleshly souls refine ; 
Spirit of Spirit born, we love, 
And only seek, the things above, 

And live on earth the Life divine. 

Thou dost the vital seed infuse, 
Thou dost the creature new produce, 

In all its glorious parts complete ; 
The subjects of the kingdom here 
Thou makest, ere the Judge appear, 

For all Thy Heavenly Kingdom meet. 

Thou that revealing Spirit art 
Who dost the hearing ear impart. 

The clear illuminated sight ; 
Spirit of Wisdom from on high. 
Of Knowledge that shall never die, 

Of holy, true, eternal Light. 

Thou art the end of doubtful care ; 
The antidote of sad despair 

We feel in that sweet power of Thine : 
Through Thee, who lift'st the fallen up. 
We rise, rejoice, abound in hope, 

And bless Thine energy divine. 

Author of never-failing peace ! 
Whene'er we languish in distress, 
O'erwhelmed with sin and misery, 







344 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \Zth CENTURY. 

Thy presence brings us sure relief, 
To gladness turns our every grief, 
And joy in God is joy in Thee. 

Spirit of meek and godly fear, 

The children, taught of Thee, revere 

And do their heavenly Father's will ; 
Pierced with an humble filial awe. 
They love to keep His blessed Law, 

And all His kind commands fulfil. 

Spirit of pure and holy Love, 

We feel Thee streaming from above 

In calm unutterable peace ; 
The love by Thee diffused abroad 
Unites our happy hearts to God, 

And seals our everlasting bliss. 




IV, 



Spirit of Holiness and Root, 
Thy gracious God-delighting fruit 

Is joy, fidelity, and peace ; 
Meekness which no affront can move, 
Truth, temperance, long-suffering, love. 

And universal righteousness. 

Restorer of the sin-sick mind, 
Our souls a perfect soundness find 

Through all their powers in Thee renewed 






AUTHOR OF EVERY WORK LI VINE. 345 

Spirit of Life and Might divine, 
By Thee we in the image shine, 
In all the strength and life of God. 

Thou dost the living power exert 
To invioforate and confirm the heart 

Of those who feel Thy w^ork begun, 
To exercise our every grace, 
Quicken us in the glorious race. 

Till all the glorious race is run. 

Through Thee the flesh we mortify, 
A daily death rejoice to die. 

To live from sin forever free : 
An hol}^ sinless life to lead 
Is only in Thy track to tread, 

To walk in love, in God, in Thee. 

Through Thee we render God His due, 
The worship spiritual and true 

With loving hearts rejoice to pay ; 
Him, while we find Thy present power. 
In truth and spirit we adore. 

And pray — whene'er in Thee we pray. 

Thou pleadest in the living stones 
With speechless eloquence of groans. 

Which pierce our pitying Father's ear : 
The answer of Thy prayer we feel. 
The glorious joy unspeakable. 

And triumph in the Comforter. 







546 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i8r^ CENTURY. 

True Witness of our sonship, Thee 
We feel, from fear and sorrow free, 

And Father, Abba Father, cr}^ : 
Seal of our endless bliss Thou art. 
Foretaste and Earnest in our heart 

Of pleasures that shall never die. 

First fruits of yonder Land above, 
Celestial joy, seraphic love 

To us, to us in Thee is given ; 
And all that to the Spirit sow 
Shall of the Spirit reap, and know 

The ripest happiness of Heaven. 




SPIRIT OF TRUTH, DESCEND. 
1746. 

John xvi. 13-15. 

OPIRIT of Truth, descend, 

*^ And with Thy Church abide, 

Our Guardian to the end, 
Our sure unerring Guide : 
Us into the whole counsel lead 

Of God revealed below. 
And teach us all the truth we need 

To Life Eternal know. 

Whate'er Thou hear'st above 
To us with power impart, 

And shed abroad the love 
Of Jesus in our heart : 






SPIRIT OF TRUTH, DESCEND. 347 

One with the Father and the Son, 

Thy record is the same ; 
O nnake to us the Godhead known 

Through faith in Jesu's Name. 

To all our souls apply 

The doctrine of our Lord, 
Our conscience certify, 

And witness with the Word. 
Thy realizing light display, 

And show us things to come, 
The after state, the final Day, 
And man's eternal doom. 

The Judge of quick and dead. 

The God of Truth and Love, 
Who doth for sinners plead, 
Our Advocate above. 
Exalted by His Father there 

Thou dost exalt below. 
And all Hiis Grace on earth declare, 
And all His glory show- 
Sent in His Name Thou art. 

His work to carry on, 
His Godhead to assert. 

And make His mercy known. 
Thou searchest the deep things of God, 

Thou know'st the Saviour's mind, 
And tak'st of His atoning Blood 
To sprinkle all mankind. 







348 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \%th CENTURY. 

Now then of His receive, 

And show to us the Grace, 
And all His fulness give 
To all the ransomed race : 
Whate'er He did for sinners buy 

With His expiring groan, 
By faith in us reveal, apply, 
And make it all our own. 

Descending from above. 
Into our souls convey 
His comfort, joy, and love, 
Which none can take away ; 
His merit and His righteousness 
Which makes an end of sin ; 
Apply to every heart His peace, 
And bring His kingdom in. 

The plenitude of God 

That doth in Jesus dwell, 
On us through Him bestowed. 
To us secure and seal : 
Now let us taste our Master's bliss. 

The glorious heavenly powers : 
For all the Father hath is His, 
And all He hath is ours. 







ETERNAL SPIRIT, COME. 



349 




ETERNAL SPIRIT, COME. 

1746. 

■pTERNAL Spirit, come 
-'-^ Into Thy meanest home : 
From Thine high and holy place 

Where Thou dost in glory reign, 
Stoop in condescending Grace, 

Stoop to the poor heart of man. 

For Thee our hearts we lift, 
And wait the heavenly Gift. 
Giver, Lord, of Life divine, 

To our dying souls appear ; 
Grant the Grace for which we pine, 
Give Thyself the Comforter. 

No gift or comfort we 
Would have distinct from Thee 
Spirit, Principle of Grace, 

Sum of our desires Thou art ; 
Fill us with Th}^ holiness. 

Breathe Thyself into our heart. 

Our ruined souls repair, 
And fix Thy mansion there : 
Claim us for Thy constant shrine ; 
All Thy glorious Self reveal ; 
Life, and Power, and Love divine, 
God in us forever dwell. 






350 ENGLISH HYMNS OF iZth CENTURY. 



FOR CHRISTIAN FRIENDS. 

The eighteenth of a series of fifty-six hymns with the above title, in the second 
volume oi Hymns and Sacred Poems, 1749. They were mostly or all written as letters 
to Sarah Gwynne, before or after her marriage with Wesley ; the correspondence of 
the lovers bemg conducted chiefly " in verse, and remarkable for its piety." 

T TOLY sanctifying Dove, 

God of Truth, and God of Love, 
On mv feeble soul descend. 
On my dearest earthly friend. 
Come, and all our wants supply ; 
Now the pardoned sanctify. 
Now our little faith increase, 
Fill us now with perfect peace. 

Lead us, Thou, our constant Guide 1 
Witness, in our hearts abide ; 
Earnest of the joys to come. 
Make our souls Thy glorious home. 
Every precious promise seal ; 
All the depths of God reveal ; 
Keep us to that happy Day, 
Bear us on Thy wings awa}^ 

If Thou didst the grace impart, 
Mad'st us of one mind and heart, 
Still our friendl}^ souls unite 
Partners in the realms of light. 
Let us there together soar, 
Quickly meet to part no more ; 
There our ravished spirits join, 
Mingled, lost in Love divine. 







PENITENTIAL. 35 1 

PENITENTIAL. 

The last of nine " Penitential Hymns," in the first volume of 1749. 

OTAY, Thou insulted Spirit, sta}'', 
^^ Though I have done Thee such despite ; 
Nor cast the sinner quite away, 
Nor take Thine everlasting flight. 

Though I have steeled my stubborn heart, 
And still shook off' my guilty fears ; 

And vexed, and urged Thee to depart. 
For fort}' long rebellious years : 

Though I have most unfaithful been 
Of all who e'er Thy Grace received ; 

Ten thousand times Th}^ goodness seen. 

Ten thousand times Thy goodness grieved : 

Yet O, the chief of sinners spare. 
In honor of my great High Priest ; 

Nor in Thv righteous anger swear 

To exclude me from Thy people's rest. 

This only woe I deprecate, 

This only plague, I pray, remove, 

Nor leave me in my lost estate, 

Nor curse me with this want of love. 

If yet Thou canst my sins forgive. 
From now, O Lord, relieve my woes ; 

Into the rest of love receive. 

And bless me with the calm repose. 







352 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \^th CENTURY. 

From now, my weary soul release ; 

Upraise me with Thy gracious hand, 
And guide into Thy perfect peace, 

And bring me to the promised land. 




AFTER A RECOVERY. 

I.e., from Backsliding. 1749, volume first. A curious example of Wesley's 
softer style, and of the lengths to which his emotional views and habits sometimes 
led him. 

/^"^ THOU meek and injured Dove, 

^-^ Wherefore dost Thou strive with me? 

Me, who still abuse Thy Love, 

Me who grieve and fly from Thee? 
Thee why should I longer grieve ? 
Leave me, Lord, Thy rebel leave. 

Well Thou know'st, if now my heart 
Melts to feel Thy softening Grace, 

Ready am I to depart. 

Thine to quit for sin's embrace : 

Take Thy mercy back again : 

Wherefore shouldst Thou strive in vain? 

O that I might never feel 

One desire or drawing more ! 
Rather than provoke Thee still. 

Now let all the strife be o'er : 
Drive me from Thy blissful face, 
Let me go to my own place. 






IN NATIONAL DANGER. 353 

Or if Thy unwearied Love 

Will not yet the rebel leave, 
Stronger let Thine influence prove ; 

Let me double grace receive : 
Give me more, or give me less ; 
Fix my doom, or seal my peace. 





IN NATIONAL DANGER. 

The third part of a hymn on Ezekiel ix., from Hymns for the Year 1756, partic- 
ularly for the Fast Day, February 6, when a French invasion was expected. 

OTAY, Thou departing Spirit, stay, 
^^ Nor take Thy presence quite away ! 
Though now our languid hearts bemoan 
Thy glory to the threshold gone. 
Yet do not, Lord, withdraw Thy light. 
Or leave us to eternal night. 

Arise into Thy resting-place. 

As in those wondrous ancient days 

When God appeared, to dwell with men, 

Betwixt the mystic cherubs seen, 

Worshipt by all the angel-choir, 

And symbolized by living fire. 

Now to Thy drooping Church return. 
Thou Comforter of all that mourn ; 
Thy suppliants in Thy temple meet 
And bless us from Thy mercy-seat. 
And still in our assemblies shine. 
The dazzling Shechinah divine. 

23 





354 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \Zth CENTURY. 

The tokens of Thy presence show 
And guard us from the invading foe : 
Thy glory be our sure defence, 
Our buckler Thy Omnipotence ; 
Nor ever from Thine house remove, 
When filled v\^ith all the life of Love. 




SCRIPTURE HYMNS. 

From Short Hymns on Select Passages of the Holy Scriptures, two volumes, 1762. 

Genesis i. 2, 3. 

■pXPAND Thy wings, celestial Dove, 
^-^ And brooding o'er my nature's night. 
Call forth the ray of heavenly Love, 

Let there in my dark soul be light ; 
And fill the illustrated abyss 
With glorious beams of endless bliss. 

Let there be Light (again command), 
And light there in our hearts shall be ; 

We then through faith shall understand 
Thy great mysterious Majesty, 

And by the shining of Thy Grace, 

Behold in Christ Thy glorious face. 






SCRIPTURE HYMNS. 355 



John xv. 26. 

OPIRIT of Truth, the Comforter, 

^^ Proceeding from the Father's throne. 

Come, and Thine inward witness bear 

Of Jesus, His eternal Son : 
Him, the great uncreated Word, 

Give me the God supreme to call, 
Essence, I Am, Jehovah, Lord, 

My God, who made and died for all. 



John xvi. 15. 

T T OLY Ghost, by Him bestowed 
■^ Who suffered on the Tree, 

Take of my Redeemer's Blood 

And show it unto me. 
Witness with the Blood Thou art : 

Apply it to this soul of mine : 
Now assure my sprinkled heart 

It is the Blood divine. 



Romans viii. 25. 

OPIRIT of interceding Grace, 

*^ I know not how, or what to pray : 

Assist my utter helplessness, 

The power into my heart convey ; 
That God, acknowledging Thy groan, 
May answer in my prayers His own. 







356 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \%th CENTURY. 



Romans xv. 13. 

T TOLY Ghost, the power inspire, 
-^ -^ The taste of things above ; 
Set my panting soul on fire 

With hope of perfect love. 
Hope's full confidence infuse, 
Till it bursts the earthen shrine, 
Till my hope, myself, I lose 

Within the Arms divine. 

1 Corinthians vi. 19. 

T TOLY Ghost, we know Thou art 

Still in every faithful heart. 
Yes, we tremble. Lord, to know 
God resides in man below ! 
O might all our bodies be 
Sensibly replete with Thee ! 
O might all Thy temples shine 
Bright with holiness divine ! 

2 Corinthians iii. 17. 

/^~^OME then, and dwell in me, 
^-^ Spirit of power within, 
And bring the glorious liberty 
From sorrow, fear, and sin : 
The seed of sin's disease. 
Spirit of health, remove. 
Spirit of finished holiness. 
Spirit of perfect love. 







SCRIPTURE HYMNS. 357 



2 Cor. v. 5. 




r^OME, Thou beatific Spirit, 
^^ Earnest of the joys above, 
Taste of what the saints inherit, 

Author of seraphic love ! 
When Thou unto me art given, 

Full of immortality. 
Sure I am to dwell in heaven, 

Sure that heaven dwells in me. 



Galatians ii. 20. 

T TOLY Ghost, remove the grief 

And burthen of my sins ; 
Me, convinced of unbelief. 

Of righteousness convince. 
Comforter, on Thee I call : 
Apply the Blood that sets me free ; 
Tell my heart. Who died for all 
Hath loved and died for me. 

Faith's appropriating power 
With Thee I long to feel : 

Come in this accepted hour, 
My Saviour-Lord reveal ; 

By Thine energy constrain 
My soul to cry with joy unknown, 

Very God was very Man, 
And Christ is all my own. 






358 ENGLISH HYMNS OF iZth CENTURY. 



Galatians v. 17. 

T TOLY Ghost, with grace inspire 

My heart against my sin ; 
When I feel the base desire, 
Exert Thy power within : 
Keep me till the conflict 's o'er, 
That nature's will I may not do, 
Till the Kingdom Thou restore 
And all my heart renew. 




THE FRUIT OF THE SPIRIT. 
Galatians v. 22, 23. 

This is altered, and, strange to say, much improved, in the Leeds Independent 
Selection of 1S22, a book to which James Montgomery was a contributor. As a good 
and unknown hymn, I give the revision.- 

T TOLY Spirit, dwell in me : 

Then the fruit shall show the Tree ; 
Every grace its Author prove, 
Rising from the root of love. 

^ Here is Wesley's original, 1762 : — 

Jesus, plant Thy Spirit in me: 
Then the fruit shall show the Tree, 
Every grace its Author prove, 
Rising from the root of love. 






SCRIPTURE HYMNS. 359 

Joy shall then my heart o'erflow, 
Peace which only Christians know : 
Peace, the seal of cancelled sin, 
Joy, the pledge of Heaven within. 

Gentle then to all, and kind. 
Transcript of the Saviour's mind, 
Full of sympathy and care 
In another's woe to share ; 

Prompt and tender to relieve, 
Faithful never to deceive ; 
All Thy virtues, Lord, be mine, 
Brighter Thy resemblance shine ! 





THE SPIRIT AND THE WORD. 
2 Timothy iii. 16, 17. 

(This should have been in our first Introductory part, rather than here.) 

TNSPIRER of the ancient Seers, 

Who wrote from Thee the sacred page, 
The same through all succeeding years ; 
To us, in our degenerate age, 

Joy shall then my heart o'erflow, 
Peace which only saints can know, 
Peace, the seal of cancelled sin, 
Joy, the taste of heaven within. 

Gentle then to all, and kind 
To the wicked and the blind. 
Full of tenderness and care, 
I shall every burthen bear ; 

Glad the general servant be. 
Serve with strict fidelity, 
Life itself for them deny, 
Meekly in their service die. 





360 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \Zth CENTURY. 

The Spirit of Thy Word impart, 
And breathe the hfe into our heart. 

The Word if Thou vouchsafe to give, 

We find its efficacious power, 
The saving benefit receive, 

And taught aright our God to adore. 
The Hvincf sentiment we feel, 
Conformed to all Thy righteous will. 

While now Thine Oracles we read 

With earnest prayer and strong desire, 

O let Thy Spirit from Thee proceed, 
Our souls to waken and inspire ; 

Our weakness help, our darkness chase. 

And guide us by the Light of Grace. 

Whene'er in error's paths we rove, 
The living God through sin forsake. 

Our conscience by Thy Word reprove. 
Convince, and bring the wanderers back. 

Deep wounded by Thy Spirit's sword, 

And then by Gilead's Balm restored. 

The secret lessons of Thy Grace, 

Transmitted through the Word, repeat, 

To train us up in all Thy ways, 

To make us in Thy Will complete ; 

Fulfil Thy Love's redeeming plan. 

And bring us to a perfect man. 







SCRIPTURE HYMNS. 3^1 

Furnished out of Thy treasury, 

O may we always ready stand 
To help the souls redeemed by Thee 

In what their various states demand ; 
To teach, convince, correct, reprove, 
And build them up in holiest love. 




ANOTHER. 

2 Timothy iii. i6. 2 Peter i. 21. 

This and the five following are from Hyjrins on the Trmiiy, 1767 

OPIRIT of truth, essential God, 

^ Who didst Thine ancient saints inspire, 

Shed in their hearts Thy Love abroad, 

And touch their hallowed lips with fire ; 
Our God from all eternity, 
World without end we worship Thee ! 

Still we believe, almighty Lord, 

Whose presence fills both earth and heaven, 
The meaning of the written Word 

Is still by inspiration given ; 
Thou onl}'' dost Thyself explain 
The secret mind of God to man. 

Come then, divine Interpreter, 

The Scriptures to our hearts apply ; 

And, taught by Thee, we God revere, 
Him in Three Persons magnify ; 

In each the Triune God adore. 

Who was, and is for evermore. 






362 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \%th CENTURY. 



2 Thessalonians iii. 5. 

/^OME, Holy Ghost, Thou Lord most high, 
^-^ The veil of unbelief remove, 
And in us Abba Father cry, 

And lead our hearts into His Love ; 
Our hearts into His patience lead 

Whose Blood hath washed our sins away, 
And, perfected like Christ our Head, 

Seal and preserve us to that Day. 



Matthew ix. 38. Acts xiii. 4. 

TTOLY Ghost, regard our prayers, 

Third of the glorious Three, 
Send forth faithful laborers 

To gather souls for Thee : 
Sovereign, everlasting Lord, 
The harvest is entirely Thine, 

Thine the preachers of the Word, 
The messenofers divine. 




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Move their hearts, and more stir up 

Salvation to proclaim. 
Bold on every mountain-top 

To shout in Jesus' name, 
Tidings of great joy to tell 
Of peace obtained and sin forgiven ; 
Then, Thy Word of Grace to seal, 

O God, come down from Heaven. 







GOD OF ALL CONSOLATION. 



Luke ii. i6, 28. 

TTOLY Ghost, apply Thy word 
■^ ^ And promise to my heart ; 
Tell me I shall see the Lord 

Before I hence depart. 
When my faith the Christ hath seen, 
Creator of that inward eye, 

Thee 1 shall acknowledge then, 

The Lord and God most high. 

Spirit of faith, reveal in me 
The sure approaching grace ; 

Then I shall the Deity 
Of my Inspirer praise, 

Bless my God forever blest. 
Glory in salvation given, 

Late obtain the promised rest. 
And go in peace to Heaven. 



2 Corinthians i. 3. 

GOD of all consolation. 
The Holy Ghost Thou art ; 
Thy secret inspiration 

Hath told it to my heart. 
The blessing I inherit. 

Through Jesus' prayer bestowed. 
The Comforter, the Spirit, 
The true eternal God. 



363 






364 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \Zth CENTURY. 

With God the Son and Saviour, 

With God the Father One, 
The tokens of His favor 

Thou mak'st to sinners known ; 
An antepast of heaven 

Thou dost in me reveal. 
Attest my sins forgiven, 

And my salvation seal. 

The indubitable witness 

Of Thy own Deity, 
Thou giv'st my soul its fitness 

Thy glorious face to see : 
Thy comforts, gifts, and graces 

My largest thoughts transcend, 
And challenge all my praises, 

When faith in sight shall end. 





A PRAYER TO THE HOLY GHOST. 

1767. 

T^INDLER of seraphic fire 
•*-^ Glowing in Thy hosts above, 
Giver of the pure desire. 

Spirit of celestial Love, 
Heavenly love to us impart. 
Comfort every drooping heart. 

If Thou hast a token given, 
If our want of love we feel. 

Bless us with that taste of heaven. 
Pardon on our conscience seal ; 





COME, THOU ALL-INSPIRING SPIRIT. 365 

Then with cordial chanty, 
Gracious God, we cleave to Thee. 

Then, because Thou first hast loved, 
We shall love our God again, 

Happy? till from earth removed, 
Joy consummate we obtain. 

Dazzled with the glorious sight. 

Lost in an abyss of light. 




COME, THOU ALL-INSPIRING SPIRIT. 

This and the two following are from Hymns for the Use of Families, 1767. 

/''^OME, thou all-inspiring Spirit, 
^-^ Into every longing heart ! 
Bought for us by Jesu's merit, 

Now Thy blissful Self impart. 
Sign our uncontested pardon, 

Wash us in the atoning Blood ; 
Make our souls a watered garden. 

Fill our sinless ^ souls with God. 

If Thou gav'st the enlarged desire, 

Which for Thee we ever feel. 
Now our panting hearts inspire. 

Now our cancelled sin reveal : 
Claim us for Thine habitation ; 

Dwell within our hallowed breast ; 
Seal us heirs of full salvation. 

Fitted for our heavenly rest. 

1 In the reprint, spotless. 






S66 ENGLISH HYMNS OF iZth CENTURY. 

Give us quietly to tarry, 

Till for all Thy glory meet ; 
Waiting like attentive Mary, 

Happy at our Saviour's feet : 
Keep us from the world unspotted, 

From all earthly passions free, 
Wholly to Thyself devoted, 

Fixt to live and die for Thee. 

Wrestling on in mighty prayer, 

Lord, we will not let Thee go, 
Till Thou all Thy mind declare. 

All Thy Grace on us bestow : 
Peace, the seal of sin forgiven, 

Joy and perfect love impart, 
Present, everlasting heaven ; 

All Thou hast, and all Thou art ! 




SPIRIT OF SUPPLICATION. 

OPIRIT of supplication, 

Through Jesus Christ bestowed, 
Visit this habitation, 

And make us Thine abode : 
To pour a mournful prayer 

Help our infirmity, 
And all our souls prepare. 

Great God, to compass Thee. 






SPIRIT OF SUPPLICATION. 367 

Spirit of faith, discover 

To us the Crucified, 
The sinner's Friend and Lover, 

Who for His haters died. 
Set forth the Lamb atoning, 

As slaughtered in our stead, 
And let us hear Him groaning, 

And see Him bow His head. 

Help us to look upon Him 

By us transfixt and torn. 
The Lord of all to own Him, 

And o'er our Saviour mourn ; 
With tears of true contrition 

Bewail a tortured God, 
And find Him a Physician 

Who heals us by His Blood. 

O might we now relenting 

Confess the Deicide, 
And while we lie lamenting 

Perceive His Blood applied ! 
No longer let us grieve Him 

Who joy to us imparts. 
But lovingflv receive Him 

Into our broken hearts ! 







368 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \%th CENTURY. 





SPIRIT OF LOVE, RETURN. 

OPIRIT of Love, return 

*^ To every troubled breast, 

And comfort us who mourn 
For permanence of rest : 
Thou dost Thy mourners' steps attend, 

Our undiscovered Guide ; 
But come, our grief and sin to end. 

And in our hearts abide. 

With us residing here 

We know Thee now in part, 
The Author of our fear 

And all our hope Thou art. 
Thou often visitest Thine own : 

But in an hour or day 
Our transitory Guest is gone. 
Our joy is fled away. 

How short, alas, our taste 

Of those celestial powers. 
When, a few moments blest, 
We know that Christ is ours. 
That Christ hath quenched the wrath of God, 

His Father's Grace revealed. 
And bought our pardon with His Blood, 
And on our conscience sealed. 





FOR LOVE. 369 

O might we always know 
The Father reconciled ! 
Set up Thy throne below 
In each adopted child : 
Restore the Kingdom of Thy Grace, 

And fill us from above 
With purest joy, and perfect peace, 
And everlasting love. 





FOR LOVE. 

One of 34 Hyvi7is for Love, apparently among Wesley's latest writings : no 
date is given to them. 

OPIRIT of revelation, 

^^ Jehovah, Thee we own : 

Make by Thy inspiration 

To us the Father known : 
Of Jesus testifying. 

His Deity assert. 
His Blood divine applying 

To every longing heart. 

With Love beyond expression 

Bless each expecting soul. 
And take entire possession 

And consecrate the whole : 
By Thy own signet seal us 

Thy permanent abode ; 
With all the graces fill us. 

With all the Life of God. 

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370 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \Zth CENTURY. 




The Earnest and the Witness, 

Vouchsafe in us to dwell, 
And give the blissful meetness 

For bliss ineffable : 
With heavenly joy transported 

We then our course shall run, 
By angel-hosts escorted 

To the eternal throne. 



JOHN CENNICK, 1717-1755. 



Teacher of John Wesley's school at Kingswood, afterwards associated with 
Whitefield, and finally a Moravian. He published six volumes, now very scarce, of 
Sacred Hymns for the Children of God hi the Days of their Pilgrimage, and for 
the Use of Religions Societies. A few of his hymns are familiar, and many of the 
others are not without attractions. He imitated Charles Wesley largely, and had 
some talent of his own, though but little taste or culture. 



TO THE HOLY GHOST. 
1742. 

A WAKE and blow, Thou purest Wind, 
Awake and blow on me : 
Let me Thy quickening influence find, 
And be baptized in Thee. 




Unveil Thy power, Thy Grace unveil. 
And all Thy virtues show ; 

With living streams my spirit fill, 
In me let rivers flow. 





AFTER A DISPUTE. 37 1 

I wait Thy light ; O let it be 

A lantern to my feet ; 
And lead me home to reign with Thee 

On Heaven's eternal seat. 




HOLY GHOST, ANOINTING DOVE! 

The seventh and eighth of ten verses of "A Hymn to the Trinity," 1741. 

T TOLY Ghost, anointing Dove, 
-^ -^ Well of Life, and God of Love ! 
Breath of the almight}'' Sire ! 
Our uplifted hearts inspire. 

Shed in us Thy Love abroad, 
Seal, O seal us sons of God ; 
Bring the Father's blessing down ; 
Thou the heirs of glory crown ! 



AFTER A DISPUTE. 



1 741. 



/^^OME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Guest, 
^-^ Reveal the faith divine ! 
Come from Emmanuel's peaceful breast, 
In one Thy servants join ! 






372 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i8ri/ CENTURY. 

Forbid disputes, dispel our doubts, 
Our wide dissension heal ; 

To every servant of the Lord 
Thy sacred truths reveal. 

One God, the Father, lives and reigns : 
One Jesus Christ we know : 

One mind above the Church enjoys, 
So let the flocks below. 

Then concord, peace, and holy love 
Shall bless our golden days ;• 

Then all the fold in one glad voice 
Shall sing our Maker's praise ! 



AT ADULT BAPTISM. 



1742. 



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^ESCEND, celestial Dove, 
In every bosom dwell ; 
Upon the present water move, 

While we the influence feel. 



Anoint with holy fire. 

Baptize with purging flames. 
This soul, and with Thy Grace inspire 
In ceaseless living streams. 





AT THE OPENING OF WORSHIP. ZlZ 

Thy heavenly unction give, 
Thy promise, Lord, fulfil. 
Give power Thy Spirit to receive. 

And strength to do Thy Will. 

Thy ordinance we obey ; 
O meet us in the same ! 
And with this water now convey 
The virtues of Thy Name. 

Witness to this Thy sign 

And grant the inward grace ; 
Let this Thy servant, sealed for Thine, 
From hence depart in peace. 




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ROBERT SEAGRAVE. Born 1693. 

A Cambridge man, and clergyman of the English Church, from which he with- 
drew about 1739 and connected himself with Whitefield. His Hymiis for Christian 
Worship appeared 1742 : among them is " Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings." 

AT THE OPENING OF WORSHIP. 

"NTOW may the Spirit's holy Fire, 

^ Descending from above, 
His waiting family inspire 

With joy, and peace, and love ! 

Thee we the Comforter confess : 
Shouldst Thou be absent here, 

Our songs of praise are vain address, 
We utter heartless prayer. 






374 ENGLISH HYMNS OF iZth CENTURY. 

Drop as the dew on tender grass, 

Or like a shower abound, 
Vouchsafed by Heaven's indulgent Grace 

To glad the weary ground. 

With unction consecrate our frame 
To search the depths of God : 

Teach us to know His Love, who came 
By water and by Blood. 

Wake, heavenly Wind, arise and come, 

Blow on the drooping field : 
The plants and flowers shall breathe perfume, 

By Thee their incense yield. 

In rushing or in gentle gale 

Pour forth Thy gifts divine : 
O'er darkness, weakness, sin prevail, 

Till all we are is Thine. 

Touch with a living coal the lip 
That shall proclaim Thy Word, 

And bid each awful hearer keep 
Attention to the Lord. 

Converts add Thou, delivered far 
From falsehood's specious guise : 

Let Truth and Righteousness appear. 
The latter glory rise. 

Hasten the Restitution-day 

Which now corruption shrouds ; 

New heavens and new earth display, 
With Jesus in the clouds. 







FOR AN AWAKENING. 375 




FOR AN AWAKENING. 

/'^OME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Power, 
^-^ Kindly Thy quickening work begin ; 
Visit a formal, dead mankind, 

And lift them from their graves of sin. 

Amongst the tombs Thy circuit take. 
Bring Sinai's wakening thunders there. 

Followed by Grace's softer voice : 
But give the slumberers ears to hear. 

The dead can ne'er Thy praise advance, 
The living shall Thy worth proclaim : 

Bid man}^ rise, and they shall bless 
With us the great Redeemer's Name. 

Rebellious flinty hearts subdue. 
Chase stubborn unbelief away ; 

Pour on the blind, that think they see, 
The sevenfold light of Gospel day. 

The deaf, the dumb, restored by Thee, 
Shall soon the wondrous change confess ; 

Nor aught their future song employ 
Save the sweet riches of free Grace ! 

Even Thy own saints await Thy power, 
Our trembling lamps ask fresh supplies : 

Do Thou each virtuous light sustain. 
And teach our feeble flame to rise. 






376 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \Zth CENTURY. 

Faith, hope, and charity we ask, 

And purity still more to feel : 
Deep in our hearts Thy work engrave, 

And still more deep the heavenly seal. 

Inspire our love, inspire it high, 

To Jesus our affections raise : 
We more would thank, we more would bless, 

We more would live our Jesu's praise. 




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WILLIAM HAMMOND. Died 1783. 

A graduate of St. John's College, Cambridge, and a man of some learning; he 
was associated with John Cennick, and spent the best part of his life among the Cal- 
vinistic Methodists. His Psalms, Hyinnsi a7id Spiritual Songs appeared 1745. 
Some of them are founded on the Latin, and this one is headed 



VENI CREATOR. 

TTOLY Spirit, gently come, 

Raise us from our fallen state ; 
Fix Thy everlasting home 

In the hearts Thou didst create : 

Gift of God most high. 
Visit every troubled breast ; 
Light and life and love supply, 
Give our spirits perfect rest. 

Heavenly unction from above. 
Comforter of weary saints, 

Fountain, Life, and Fire of Love, 
Hear and answer our complaints. 






VENI CREATOR. 



377 




Thee we humbly pray, 
Finger of the living God, 
Now Thy sevenfold Grace display, 
Shed our Saviour's Love abroad. 



Now Thy quickening influence bring, 

On our spirits sweetly move ; 
Open every mouth to sing 

Jesu's everlasting Love. 
Lighten every heart, 

Drive our enemies aw^ay, 
Jo}^ and peace to us impart, 

Lead us in the heavenly way. 

Take the things of Christ, and show 

What our Lord for us hath done ; 
May we God the Father know 

Only in and through the Son. 
Nothing will we fear, 

Though to wilds and deserts driven, 
While we feel Thy presence near, 

Witnessing our sins forgiven. 

Glory be to God alone, 

God whose Hand created all ; 
Glory be to God the Son, 

Who redeemed us from our fall : 
To the Holy Ghost 

Equal praise and glory be, . 
When the course of time is lost. 

Lost in wide eternity. 






378 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \%th CENTURY. 




PHILIP DODDRIDGE, D.D., 1703-1751. 



Pastor and teacher at Northampton. His hymns, to the number of 374, weA 
first published in 1755 by Job Orton. A larger and professedly more accurate edition 
was issued in 1S3S by his grandson, John Doddridge Humphreys. 



THE LOVE OF GOD SHED ABROAD IN THE 
HEART BY THE SPIRIT. 

Romans v. 5. 

■pjESCEND, immortal Dove, 
^^^ Spread Thy kind wings abroad, 
And, wrapt in flames of holy love, 
Bear all my soul to God. 

Jesus my Lord reveal 

In charms of Grace divine, 
And be Thyself the sacred Seal 
That Pearl of Price is mine. 

Behold, my heart expands 
To catch the heavenly fire ; 
It longs to feel the gentle bands. 

And groans with strong desire. 

Thy Love, my God, appears. 
And brings salvation down. 
My cordial through this vale of tears, 
In paradise my crown. 






HEAR, GRACIOUS SOVEREIGN. 



379 




THE HEART PURIFIED TO LOVE UNFEIGNED 
BY THE SPIRIT. 

I Peter i. 22. 

/^REAT Spirit of Immortal Love, 
^^ Vouchsafe our frozen hearts to move ; 
With ardor strong these breasts inflame 
To all that own a Saviour's name. 

Still let the heavenly fire endure 
Fervent and vigorous, true and pure ; 
Let every heart and ever}^ hand 
Join in the dear fraternal band. 

Celestial Dove, descend and bring 
The smiling blessings on Thy wing ; 
And make us taste those sweets below 
Which in the blissful mansions grow. 



SEEKING TO GOD FOR THE COMMUNICATION 
OF HIS SPIRIT. 

EZEKIEL XXXvi. 37. 



T TEAR, gracious Sovereign, from Thy throne, 
-*- -*- And send Thy various blessings down : 
While by Thine Israel Thou art sought. 
Attend the prayer Thv word hath taught. 






380 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \%th CENTURY. 




Come, Sacred Spirit, from above, 
And fill the coldest heart with love : 
Soften to flesh the rugged stone, 
And let Thy godlike power be known. 

Speak Thou, and from the haughtiest eyes 
Shall floods of pious sorrow rise ; 
While all their glowing souls are borne 
To seek that Grace, which now they scorn. 

O let a holy flock await 
Numerous around Thy temple-gate, . 
Each pressing on with zeal to be 
A living sacrifice to Thee. 

In answer to our fervent cries. 
Give us to see Thy Church arise ; 
Or if that blessing seem too great, 
Give us to mourn its low estate. 



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THOMAS RAWSON. 



COMMUNION WITH JESUS. 



Mr. Sedgwick gives the date of this as 1757. I take the text from an early edition 
of Whitefield's Collection, where it has the above title. It is found in several other 
old books, and seems to have been popular among the early Calvinistic Methodists. 
In the Inghamite Collection, 1756-61, it has a fourth verse, and several variations in 
the text. 

/"^OME, descend, O heavenly Spirit! 






Fan each spark into a flame 






COMMUNION WITH JESUS. 381 

Blessings let us now inherit, 
Blessing's that we cannot name. 

Whilst hosannas we are singing, 
May our hearts in rapture move, 

Feel new grace in them still springing, 
Breathe the air of purest love. 

Let us sail in Grace's ocean, 

Float on that unbounded sea, 
Guided into pure devotion, 

Kept from paths of error free ; 
On Thy heavenly manna feeding, 

Screened from every envious foe, 
Love, O Love for sinners bleeding, 

All for Thee we would forego. 

Keep us, Lord, still in communion, 

Daily nearer drawn to Thee ; 
Sinking in the sweetest union 

Of that heartfelt mystery. 
Keep us safe from each delusion, 

Well protected from all harms ; 
Free from sin and all confusion, 

Circle us within Thine arms. 







382 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i?>TH CENTURY. 




JOSEPH HART, 1713-176S. 



Minister of Jewin Street Independent Chapel. In 1759 he published iig hymns, 
including those here given : 96 were added m subsequent editions. Dr. Johnson has 
a curious passage, quoted by Belclier [Historical Sketches of Hynzns, Philadel- 
phia, 1859): " I went to church ; and seeing a poor girl at the Sacrament in a bed- 
gown, I gave her privately half-a-crown, thougJi I saw Hart's hymns in her hand." 



/^^OME, Holy Spirit, come, 
^^ Let Thy bright beams arise ; 
Dispel the darkness from our minds, 
And open all our eyes. 

Cheer our desponding hearts. 
Thou heavenly Paraclete ; 
Give us to lie, with humble hope, 
At our Redeemer's feet. 

Revive our drooping faith. 

Our doubts and fears remove ; 
And kindle in our breasts the flames 
Of never-dying love. 

Convince us of our sin, 

Then lead to Jesus' Blood ; 
And to our wondering view reveal 
The secret Love of God. 

Show us that loving Man 

That rules the courts of bliss, 
The Lord of hosts, the mighty God, 
The eternal Prince of Peace. 






WHIT-SUNDA V. 383 

'Tis Thine to cleanse the heart, 
To sanctify the soul, 
To pour fresh life on every part. 
And new create the whole. 

If Thou, celestial Dove, 
Thine influence withdraw, 
What easy victims soon we fall 

To conscience, wrath, and law! 

No longer burns our love ; 
Our faith and patience fail ; 
Our sin revives, and death and hell 
Our feeble souls asVail. 

Dwell, therefore, in our hearts ; 
Our minds from bondage frc-e ; 
Then shall we know, and praise, and love 
The Father, Son, and Thee. 




WHIT-SUNDAY. 

The three openhig verses are omitted. 

"DLEST God, that once in fiery tongues 
-^"^ Cam'st down in open view, 
Come, visit every heart that longs 
To entertain Thee too. 

And though not like a mighty wind, 

Nor with a rushing noise, 
May we Th}^ calmer comforts find, 

And' hear Thy still small voice. 






384 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \Zth CENTURY. 

Not for the gift of tongues we pray, 
Nor power the sick to heal ; 

Give wisdom to direct our way, 
And strength to do Thy Will. 

We pray to be renewed within, 

And reconciled to God ; 
To have our conscience washed from sin 

In the Redeemer's Blood. 

We pray to have our faith increased ; 

And O, celestial Dove, 
We pray to be completelj^ blest 

With that rich blessing, love. 




BLEST SPIRIT OF TRUTH. 

11) LEST Spirit of Truth, eternal God, 
-'--^ Thou meek and lowly Dove, 
Who fill'st the soul, through Jesus' Blood, 
With faith and hope and love : 

Who comfortest the heavy heart 

By sin and sorrow prest ; 
Who to the dead canst life impart. 

And to the weary rest : 

Thy sweet communion charms the soul. 
And gives true peace and joy, 

While Satan's power cannot control, 
Nor all his wiles destroy. 






DESCEND FROM HEA VEN. 385 

Come from the blissful realms above ; 

Our longing breasts inspire 
With Thy soft flames of heavenly Love, 

And fan the sacred fire. 

Let no false comfort lift us up 

To confidence that 's vain ; 
Nor let their faith and courage droop 

For whom the Lamb was slain. 

Breathe comfort where distress abounds ; 

Make the whole conscience clean ; 
And heal with balm from Jesus' wounds 

The festering sores of sin. 

Vanquish our lusts ; our pride remove ; 

Take out the heart of stone ; 
Show us the Father's boundless Love, 

And merits of the Son. 

The Father sent the Son to die ; 

The willing Son obeyed ; 
The Witness Thou, to ratify 

The purchase Christ has made. 




DESCEND FROM HEAVEN. 

"P^ESCEND from Heaven, celestial Dove ; 
^-"^ With flames of pure seraphic love 
Our ravished breasts inspire : 






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86 ENGLISH HYMNS OF iZth CENTURY. 

Fountain of joy, blest Paraclete ! 
Warm our cold hearts with heavenly heat, 
And set our souls on fire. 

Breathe on these bones, so dry and dead; 
Thy sweetest, softest influence shed 

In all our hearts abroad ; 
Point out the place where Grace abounds ; 
Direct us to the bleeding wounds 

Of our incarnate God. 

Conduct, blest Guide, Thy sinner-train 
To Calvary, where the Lamb was slain, 

And with us there abide ; 
Let us our loved Redeemer meet, 
Weep o'er His pierced hands and feet, 

And view His wounded side. 

From which pure Fountain if Thou draw 
Water to quench the fiery Law, 

And Blood to purge our sin. 
We '11 tell the Father in that Day 
(And Thou shalt witness what we sa}-), 

"We 're clean, just God, we 're clean." 

Teach us for what to pray and how : 
And since, kind God, 'tis only Thou 

The Throne of Grace canst move, 
Pray Thou for us ; that we through faith 
May feel the effects of Jesus' death, 

Through faith that works by love. 







A PRAYER FOR GRACE. 387 

Thou, with the Father and the Son, 
Art that mysterious Three in One, 

God blest for evermore ; 
Whom though we cannot comprehend. 
Feeling Thou art the sinner's Friend, 

We love Thee and adore. 




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WILLIAM WILLIAMS, 1717-1791. 



A celebrated Welsh itinerant, of the Calvinistic Methodist body. From his 
Hosatmah to the Son of David, i-TSq. This, and his Gloria in Mxceisis, 1772, 
were reprinted by Mr. Sedgwick, 1859. 



A PRAYER FOR GRACE. 

/''"^OME, Holy Spirit, now descend, 
^^ And shower from above 
Upon my dry and withered soul 
Thy everlasting Love. 

Reveal Thy glories and Thy Grace, 
The beauties of Thy Name ; 

Remove my sin, that heavy load 
Of painful guilt and shame. 

Allure my soul above the world, 
Where vanities abound ; 

And lulled secure upon Thy breast 
May I be ever found ; 






388 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i8r^ CENTURY. 

Taught to be wise above the wiles 

Of the malicious foe, 
And trample on his secret snares 

Wherever I may go. 

Thou, God, alone canst make me strong, 
Thy Word can faith convey ; 

When with Thy strength I am endued 
I '11 never more dismay. 




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AUGUSTUS MONTAGUE TOPLADY, 1 740-1 778. 

Vicar of Broad Hembury, Devon, and author of "Rock of Ages," the greatest of 
Enghsh Hymns. His Poems on Sacred Subjects appeared 1759. The only complete 
and reliable edition of his hymns is that of Mr. Sedgwick, 1S60. 



THE SPIRIT'S WITNESS. 

Romans viii. 16. 

PARNEST of future bliss, 

-^— ^ Thee, Holy Ghost, we hail : 

Fountain of holiness 

Whose comforts never fail ; 
The cleansing Gift on saints bestowed, 
The Witness of their peace with God. 

With our perverseness here 

How often hast Thou strove, 
And spared us year by year 
With never-ceasing Love ! 
O set from sin our spirits free. 
And make us more and more like Thee. 






THE SPIRirS WITNESS. 

What wondrous Grace is this, 

For God to dwell with men ! 
Through Jesus' Righteousness 
His favor we regain, 
And feeble worms, by nature lost, 
Are temples of the Holy Ghost. 

Though Belial's sons would prove 

That Thou no Witness art. 
Thanks to redeeming Love, 
We feel Thee in our heart. 
O mayst Thou still persist to bear 
Thine inward testimony there. 

By Thee on earth we know 

Ourselves in Christ renewed, 
Brought by Thy Grace into 
The family of God : 
Of His adopting Love the Seal, 
And faithful Teacher of His Will. 

Great Comforter, descend 

In gentle breathings down : 
Preserve us to the end, 

That no man take our crown : 
Our Guardian still vouchsafe to be, 
Nor suffer us to go from Thee. 







390 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \Zth CENTURY. 



THE BELIEVER'S WISH. 

The last three verses of a poem of ten, which appeared in the Gospel Magazine, 
April, 1771. , 

L^AIN would I mount, fain would I glow, 

And loose m}^ cable from below : 
But I can only spread my sail ; 
Thou, Thou must breathe the auspicious gale ! 

At anchor laid, remote from home. 
Toiling I cry, Sweet Spirit, come ! 
Celestial Breeze, no longer stay. 
But swell my sails, and speed my way. 

Open my heart ; the key is Thine : 
My will effectually incline : 
Possess a soul, that fain would be. 
Lord, only intimate with Thee. 




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SAMUEL DAVIES, 1 724-1 761. 

A native of Newcastle. Delaware, and from 1759 President of Princeton College; 
he held a high place in early American iiteiature. His sermons were published in 
London by Dr. Thomas Gibbons, who also inserted Davies' 16 hymns in his own 
volume of 1769. This is the best of them. 



THE HOLY SPIRIT INVOKED, AND HIS PURI- 
FYING AND QUICKENING INFLUENCES IM- 
PLORED. 

TIj^TERNAL Spirit, Source of light, 
"^^ Enlivenincr, consecratino- Fire, 






THE HOLY SPIRIT INVOKED. 391 

Descend, and with celestial heat 

Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire ; 
Our souls refine, our dross consume : 
Come, condescending Spirit, come ! 

In our cold breasts O strike a spark 
Of the pure flame which seraphs feel ; 

Nor let us wander in the dark, 
Or lie benumbed and stupid still. 

Come, vivifying Spirit, come. 

And make our hearts Thy constant home. 

Whatever guilt and madness dare. 

We would not quench the heavenly Fire : 

Our hearts as fuel we prepare. 

Though in the flame we should expire. 

Our breasts expand to make Thee room ; 

Come, purifying Spirit, come ! 

Let pure devotion's fervors rise ; 

Let every pious passion glow ; 
O let the raptures of the skies 

Kindle in our cold hearts below. 
Come, condescending Spirit, come. 
And make our souls Thy constant home. 







392 ENGLISH HYMNS OF iSr// CENTURY. 



ELIZABETH , SCOTT. 

Little is known of this lady: Josiah Miller supposes that she was a sister of 
Thomas Scott, of Norwich (the hymn-writer, not the commentator). Twenty-one 
hymns by her appeared in Ash and Evans' Collectioii, 1769, and fourteen others in 
Dobell's New Selection, 1806. This is among the latter. 



THE BIBLE INDITED AND PRESERVED BY 
THE SPIRIT. 

Isaiah xl. 8. 

■pTERNAL Spirit ! 'twas Thy Breath 
-^^ The Oracles of Truth inspired, 
And kings and holy seers of old 

With strong prophetic impulse fired. 

Filled with Thy great almighty power, 
Their lips with heavenly science flowed ; 

Their hands a thousand wonders wrought 
Which bore the signature of God. 

With gladsome hearts they spread the news 
Of pardon through a Saviour's Blood, 

And to a numerous seeking crowd 
Marked out the path to His abode. 

The powers of earth and hell in \ ain 
Against the sacred Word combine ; 

Thy Providence through every age 
Securely guards the work divine. 

Thee, its great Author, Source of Light, 

Thee, its Preserver, we adore ; 
And humbly ask a ray from Thee, 

Its hidden wonders to explore. 







COME, HOLY GHOST. 393 




JOHN WILLISON. 



" Minister of the Gospel in Dundee," and author of One Hundred Gospel- 
Hynms, 1767. The three opening verses of the following piece are omitted. 



/^^OME, Holy Ghost, Thou heavenly Dove 
^-^ Descending from above ; 
Renew our souls, and fill our hearts 
With precious faith and love. 

We are Thy workmanship ; but sin 

Hath every thing misplaced ; 
Come o'er Thy handiwork again : 

Thy image is defaced. 

Create in us all things anew, 

Cause old things pass away ; 
Our corrupt habits quite subdue, 

Sin weaken every day. 

Let David's house in us grow strong, 

But weak the house of Saul ; 
Let Satan's holds and all our lusts 

Before God's Spirit fall. 

O kindly guide poor travellers 

Into the paths of peace, 
And bring us to our Father's house 

Where sins and sorrows cease. 






• 394 ENGLISH HYMNS OF iZth CENTURY. 



JAMES NEALE, M.A. 

" Of Pembroke Hall, Cambridge : late Head Master of the Royal Grammar 
School, Henly upon Thames, and Curate of Bix in the County of Oxford." His 
Select Hymns, 1763, seeih never to have been known or used. He was connected 
with the early Methodists. 



BREATHE, DESCENDING HOLY SPIRIT. 



"DREATHP:, descending Holy Spirit, 
-^ Let our bliss 

E'er be this, 
Thee to still inherit. 



Give divine and blest communion. 
Knit in bands 
Hearts and hands 
With increasing union. 

Arm us to the battle glorious ; 
Let us wield 
In the field 
Thy bright sword victorious. 

Let us through Thy mighty power 
Glad fulfil 
All Thy Will, 
Thou our Rock and Tower. 

Then beyond all tribulation, 
Happy we 
Soon shall see 
Zion's great salvation. 







LONGING FOR HOLINESS. 



395 




ADMIRAL RICHARD KEMPENFELT, 171S-17S2. 



The brave and blameless officer who went down in "The Royal George" was 
author of a tract of twelve pages, Original Hynuis and Poems, by Philotheorus, 
Exeter, 1767: it has been reprinted by Mr. Sedgwick. The two pieces which we 
extract from it — and more especially the second — perhaps do not strictly belong 
here ; but their intrinsic merit, added to the interest derived from the tragic fate of 
their author, has turned the balance in their favor. 



THE SOUL LONGING FOR HOLINESS. 

I^^ENTLE Spirit, waft. me over 
^^ Jordan's intervening flood ; 
Lead me to the bleeding Lover, 

Bear me to the rest of God ! 
Glad I eye the rich possession, 

Land of peace and perfect love ; 
Joy, without an intermission, 

Ever streaming from above. 

Raise me, Lord, to solemn action ; 

Breathe the energetic breath ; 
Crown me with the true perfection, 

Previous to the stroke of death. 
Now commence the holy union ; 

Let a living seeker prove 
All the riches of communion, 

All the tenderness of love. 



O, my agonizing spirit ! 

Thou shalt surely enter in, 
Pluck the fruit of Jesu's merit. 

And expel the poison Sin. 






396 



ENGLISH HYMNS OF i%th CENTURY. 




Far must all thy foes be driven, 
Hell's invaders forced to flee, 

While the potent arm of Heaven 
Brings thee into liberty. 

Yes, through Jesu's intercession, 

I shall reach the fruitful shore ; 
There receive a saint's impression, 

And be happy evermore. 
By the force of love attracted. 

Fluttering spirit, fly away ; 
Jesu calls ; by Him directed, 

Gain the path of perfect day. 



THE RAPTURE: 



In Imitation of the Manner of Herbert. 



(One of the finest rhapsodies in our language. Part of it, beginning with the 
third verse, may be found in the Plymoitth Collection (No. 125S) and some other 
hymn-books.) 

TTASTEN, hasten, sweetest Dove, 

Sacred Sanctifier ! 
Breathe the soul-abasing love ; 

Form the true desire ; 
Clear the gloomy mists away ; 
Tune the heart to harmony ; 
Then we '11 sing, and then we '11 pray, 
With celestial energy. 






THE RAPTURE. 397 

Bear me on Thy rapid wing, 

Everlasting Spirit ! 
Where the young-eyed cherubs sing, 

And the saints inherit 
(Fluttering round the flaming throne) 
Joys eternally their own : 
This the cry of every one. 
Glory to the incarnate Son ! 

Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring 

To my raptured vision 
All the ecstatic joys that spring 

Round the bright Elysian : 
Lo ! we lift our longing eyes ; 
Break, ye intervening skies ! 
Son of Righteousness, arise ! 
Ope the gates of Paradise. 

See ! the exalted Son of God 

Pours the intercession ! 
Mark the sin-atoning Blood, 

Bend in adoration ! 
Endless glory is secured ; 
True perfection is restored ; 
Sinner, see ! and be assured 
All thy wants in Jesus stored. 

Floods of everlastinjj X\^j\\\. 

Freely flash before Him ; 
Myriads, with supreme delight, 

Instantly adore Him : 







398 ENGLISH HYMNS OF iZth CENTURY. 

Angels' trumps resound His fame ; 
Lutes of lucid gold proclaim 
All the music of His Name, 
Heaven echoing the theme. 

Hark ! the thrilling symphonies 
Seem, methinks, to seize us; 

Join we too the holy lays ; 
Jesus ! Jesus ! Jesus ! 

Sweetest sound in seraph's song. 

Sweetest note on mortal's tongue. 

Sweetest carol ever rung, 

Jesus ! Jesus I flow along. 

Four and twenty elders rise 
From their princely station ; 

Shout His glorious victories ; 
Sing the great salvation : 

Cast their crowns before His throne, 

Cry in reverential tone. 

Holy ! Holy ! holy One ! 

T' whom be endless praise alone. 

Martyrs in a grand array 

Circle the Redeemer ; 
Now their crimson banners play 

Near the imperial streamer ; 
And before His pierced feet 
Down they cast the coronet, 
Ruby wreath superbly set 
With the dazzling saphiret. 







BAPTISMAL. 399 

High ascend the mingling throngs, 

Filled with heavenly fire ; 
Raise, believers ! raise your songs ; 

Join the sacred choir. 
Soon in yonder faith-viewed plain. 
Ye shall shout in rapturous strain. 
Free from sin, and free from pain, 
While eternal ages reign. 

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JOHN FELLOWS. 

A Baptist shoemaker of Birmingham, author of various books in verse and prose. 
These are from his Hymm on Believers'' Baptism, 1773. The extravagant statements 
in vv. 3 and 4 are of course made from a sectarian standpoint. 

Matthew iii. 16, 17. 

T^ESCEND, celestial Dove, 

And make Thy presence known ; 
Reveal our Saviour's Love, 
And seal us for Thine own. 
Our works are vain, 
Unblest bv Thee, 
Nor e'er can we 
Acceptance gain. 

Wlien Heaven's incarnate God, 
The sovereign Prince of Light, 

In Jordan's swelling flood 
Received the holy rite ; 






400 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i8r// CENTURY. 

Thy form came down 
In open view, 
And dove-like flew 

The King to crown. 

The day was never known 

Since Time began his race, 
In which such glory shone, 

Or which obtained such grace, 
As that which shed 
In Jordan's stream 
Thy heavenly beam 
On Jesus' head. 

There never was a deed 

Thus honored from above : 
Father and Son asfreed 
With the celestial Dove, 
To crown the rite 
With equal rays 
In boundless blaze 
And floods of lioht. 




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Continue still to shine 

And fill us with Thy fire : 
This ordinance is Thine, 
And Thou our souls inspire. 
Thou wilt attend 
On all Thy sons 
(Thy promise runs) 
Till time shall end. 






INVOCA riON. 401 

Baptized into Christ, 

Lord, we our tribute bring 
To Thee, our Prophet, Priest, 
And our exalted King- : 
On Thee we call : 
O deign to bless ! 
Thee we confess, 
Our All in all. 




THE INVOCATION. 

Romans viii 9. 

'O'LEST Harbinger of future joys, 
-*-^ Immortal Herald of the skies, 
Great Partner of the eternal throne, 
Descend, and make Thy presence known. 

Shine on our souls, eternal God, 
And take amongst us Thine abode ; 
Why shouldst Thou at a distance stand, 
Or be a stranoer in our land? 

Whatever to our Lord belon^xs 
Is always worthy of our songs ; 
And all Thy works, and all Th}^ ways 
Demand our wonder and our praise. 

But are we not without Thy Grace 

Cold as the stream through which we pass? 

Our hearts attempt Thy praise in vain, 

Nor can our works acceptance gain. 

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402 ENGLISH HYMNS OF iZth CENTURY. 

If Thou refuse to aid our songs, 
Thy praises falter on our tongues ; 
The chariot of our love stands still, 
Or heavil}'^ drives up the hill. 

But when Thy cheering beams inspire 
These lifeless souls with heavenly fire, 
Our rapid wheels outstrip the wind, 
And leave earth's empty toys behind. 

O touch our lips, eternal King, 
While of Thy sovereign Will we sing I 
We languish, if Thou cease to shine ; 
For all our songs and joys are Thine. 




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ANONYMOUS. 

From the "Foundling Hospital Collection," 1775. Long overlooked, this hymn, 
more' or less altered, is now in nearly general use. Compare the revised text in 
Hymns Ancient and Modern. 

WHIT-SUNDAY. 

OPIRIT of mercy, truth, and love, 
*"~^ Shed Thv blest influence from above, 
And still from age to age convey 
The wonders of this, sacred day. 

In every clime, in every tongue, 
Be God's eternal praises sung : 
Throug'h all the listenincf earth be taught 
The acts our great Redeemer wroujjht. 






GRACIOUS SPIRIT, DOVE DIVINE/ 



403 




Unfailing Comfort, Heavenly Guide, 
Over Thy favored Church preside ; 
Still raa}^ mankind Thy blessings prove, 
Spirit of mercjs truth, and love. 



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JOHN STOCKER. 



He was of Honiton, Devon, and nothing more is known of him. His nine hymns 
were reprinted by JVIr. Sedgwick in 1S61 : they originally appeared in the Gospel 
Magazine, this one in July, 1777. 



/GRACIOUS Spirit, Dove divine ! 
^-'^ Let Thy light within me shine 
All my guilty fears remove, 
Fill me full of heaven and love. 

Speak Thy pardoning Grace to me, 
Set the burdened sinner free : 
Lead me to the Lamb of God, 
Wash me in His precious Blood. 

Life and peace to me impart ; 
Seal salvation on my heart ; 
Breathe Thyself into my breast, 
Earnest of immortal rest. 

Let me never from Thee stray, 
Keep me in the narrow way : 
Fill my soul with jo}^ divine. 
Keep me. Lord, for ever Thine. 






404 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \Zth CENTURY. 




Guard me round on every side ; 
Save me from self-righteous pride : 
Me with Jesu's mind inspire ; 
Melt me with celestial fire. 

Thou my dross and tin consume ; 
Let Thy inward kingdom come : 
All my prayer and praise suggest ; 
Dwell and reign within my breast. 



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JONATHAN EVANS, 1 749-1809. 



Independent minister at Foleshill, near Coventry. From George Eurder's 
Supple-inent to Watts, 17S4. 



/~^OME, Thou soul-transforming Spirit ! 
^^ Bless the sower and the seed ; 
Let each heart Thy Grace inherit ; 

Raise the weak, the hungry feed : 
From the Gospel 

Now supply Thy people's need. 



O may all enjo}^ the blessing 

Which Thy Word 's designed to give ! 
Let us all, Th}^ Love possessing, 

Joyfully the Truth receive ; 
And for ever 

To Thy praise and glory live. 






THOU SOURCE OF ALL VIGOR DIVINE. 405 




JOHN RYLAND, D.D., 1753-1S25. 



An eminent Baptist minister at Bristol. His hymns have been collected by 
Ml'. Sedgwick, 1862. This one was written in 1786. 



'TPHOU Source of all vigor divine, 

Sweet Spirit of life and of love, 
How long shall I languish and pine, 
And when Thy full influence prove? 

So far Thou hast quickened my heart. 
It now its own hardness can feel : 

When wilt Thou more softness impart, 
And turn it like wax to Thy seal ? 

I trust I oft feel in my breast 
Some spark of celestial fire : 

Without Thee my soul cannot rest ; 
No creature can fill my desire. 

My deadness and coldness I hate : 

I Ion or to be all on a flame 
With love that shall never abate. 

But rise to the skies whence it came. 

TLiOrd, cause my cold bosom to glow, 
From odious lukewarmness set free ; 

Invincible ardor bestow. 

And make me all active for Thee. 






406 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \^th CENTURY. 



SAMUEL MEDLEY, 173S-1799. 



Baptist minister at Liverpool, and author of 232 hymns, 77 of which, including 
this, appeared as a " Second Edition, Enlarged," in 1789. The confusion of thought 
here apparent is often found among writers of the last century, when they touch the 
unfamiliar doctrine of the Holy Ghost. 



THE SPIRIT AND GRACE OF PRAYER. 

■pXERNAL Spirit, mighty Lord ! 

— ^ Jehovah is Thy name : 
Thy glories here will we record 
And sing Thy wondrous fame. 

'Twas Thy almight}'- Power and Love 
Which called our souls from death : 

O raise our hearts to Thee above 
In praise, while we have breath. 

Of heavenly Love Thou art the Pledge, 
The Witness, and the Seal ; 

O that in prayer when we engage 
We may their influence feel. 

Help our infirmities, we pray, 

Our ignorance remove : 
O smile our darkness into day, 

And fill us with Thy Love. 

Our faint attempts, Lord, kindly own,' 

And for us intercede : 
Hear ever}' sigh and every groan 

Which from our hearts proceed. 







DAY OF PENTECOST. 407 

View every pained, throbbing heart 

That would, but cannot pray ; 
Thy gracious liberty impart 

To teach them what to say. 

Great Searcher of the heart ! to Thee 

Let every groan ascend ; 
Thou know'st the Spirit's mind, and we 

Upon His help depend. 

He intercedes for every saint 

According to Thy Will ; 
True praying souls shall never faint. 

For He is with them still. 




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THOMAS HAWEIS, LL.B., M.D., 1732-1820. 

Rector of All Saints, Aldwinkle, Northamptonshire, and Chaplain to the Countess 
of Huntingdon: author of several prose works, and of Carmiiia Christo, or Hyintis to 
the Saviour, 1792. 

DAY OF PENTECOST. 

/^^REAT Spirit, by whose mighty power 
^^ All creatures live and move, 
On us Thy benediction shower. 
Inspire our souls with love. 

Hail, Source of light! arise and shine, 

Darkness and doubt dispel : 
Give peace and joy, for we are Thine ; 

In us for ever dwell. 






408 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \Zth CENTURY. 

From death to life our spirits raise, 
Complete redemption bring : 

New tongues impart, to speak the praise 
Of Christ our God and King. 

Thine inward witness bear, unknown 

To all the world beside : 
Exultinff then we feel and own 

Our Jesus glorified. 




2 Thessalonians iii. 5. 

OPIRIT of God and glory, send 
^"^ Thine influence from above ; 
Reveal in us the sinner's Friend, 
And shed abroad His Love. 

Direct our hearts with power divine 
To know the Father's Grace, 

And open all His great design 
To save our wretched race. 

Of things unseen the evidence give, 

Rejoicing in Thy light ; 
May we in hope's assurance live 

By faith, and not by sight. 

To suffer or to serve our Lord 

With patience persevere. 
Till we, according to His word, 

With Him in Heaven appear. 






THE WORK OF THE SPIRIT. 



409 




Ephesians iv. 15. 

OPIRIT of power, descend, 
^^ And dwell in every breast ; 
Reveal in us the sinner's Friend, 
And bring- the promised rest. 

His blest new name impart, 

Which the world cannot know, 
And stamp His image on our heart, 
That like Plim we ma}^ grow. 

His tender Love inspire. 
His lowliness of mind ; 
His patience, truth, and holy fire 
Of zeal, with meekness joined. 

Thus still from grace to grace 
Advancing as we go, 
Bring us to see the Saviour's face. 
And share His glory too. 



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MARIA FRANCES COWPER, 1 727-1 797. 

Daughter of Colonel Madan of the Guards, sister of Martin Madan, wife of 
Major Cowper, and cousin of the poet : author of Original Poems, on variotts Occa- 
sions, by a Lady. Revised by IVilliam Coiu/iey., Esq. 1792. This little book, 
whicli was reprinted in Philadelphia 1793, and once or twice in England, is now nearly 
unknown, though it possesses considerable merit in the way botii of poetry and of 
devotion. 

THE WORK OF THE SPIRIT. 

nrnOU Spirit of eternal Truth, 
^ Thou to whose only power 
My soul can look for faith and hope 
In every trying hour ; 






4IO ENGLISH HYMNS OF \%th CENTURY. 

O work in me to will and do 
The thing that pleaseth Thee : 

For in myself no good I know, 
But sore depravity. 

Thou Spirit of consummate Grace, 

Fountain of Love divine, 
Author of heavenly blessedness, 

Come, fill this heart of mine. 
Jesus, Thou everlasting Strength ! 

My only Refuge, God ! 
Behold Thy willing servant bow 

Beneath Thy chastening rod. 

Weak and unstable as I am, 

Thy willing servant made, 
Boldly Thy promises I claim, 

Through covenant Love conveyed. 
Almighty Power ! defend my heart. 

Its inmost thoughts control ; 
Let not the faithless world have part, 

Do Thou possess the whole. 

Abate my pride, restrain my will, 

My unbelief subdue : 
Cleanse me from every secret ill, 

And all my powers renew. 
According to Thy richest Grace, 

M}' life from sin secure. 
And lead me in Thy steadfastness 

To joys for ever pure. 







THE RETROSPECT. 



411 




THE RETROSPECT. 

/^^OME, Holy Spirit, Love divine, 
^-^ Thy cleansing power impart ; 
Each erring thought and wish refine, 

That wanders near my heart. 
There let Thy quickening breezes blow. 

Thine influences be 
Such as revive Thy hidden ones, 

And lift their souls to Thee. 

Through darkening rains and threatening storms 

My little bark doth ride : 
O save me from the fatal wreck 

Of sin's devouringf tide. 
By past corrections humbled still, 

Let no vain passion start 
Within the consecrated veil 

Of a believer's heart. 

Oft hast Thou cast me to the ground, 

O'erwhelmed with grief and pain ; 
Yet hath Thy pitying hand restored 

And led me forth again ; 
Forth from the shade of sullen woe, 

From darkness and dismay, 
And o'er my anguish poured the sweet 

Consolatory ray. 

O Lord, how mingled was Thy Love 

In all my deep distress ! 
Thou gav'st the knowledge of Thy Word, 

That gift of sovereign Grace. 






412 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i8r^ CENTURY. 

And shall m}- peevish heart regret 

The momentary pain 
That follows pn departed joys 

In life's contracted span? 

Time's little inch, that steals away 

With every fleeting breath, 
And points to an eternity 

Beyond the reach of Death. 
Enough, my soul, enough of Time, 

And Time's uncertain things ; 
Farewell that busy hive, the world. 

And all its thousand stings. 

As feathers on the passing stream 

Our earthly pleasures move. 
And transient as the evening beam 

That gilds the verdant grove. 
To other climes, to other skies. 

My lifted soul aspires ; 
Thither my wandering thoughts ascend, 

And all my best desires. 

Awhile I strive, awhile I mourn, 

Midst thorns and briers here ; 
But God vouchsafes with Love divine 

My drooping heart to cheer. 
Though meaner than the meanest saint, 

My heavenly Guide I see ; 
I hear a voice behind me say 

That Jesus died for me. 







INVOCA.TION. 413 



BENJAMIN BEDDOME, 1717-1795. 



Baptist minister at Bourton, Gloucestershire, for over half a century. His hj'mns, 
to the number of S30, were published in 1S18, with a recommendation from Robert 
Hall : they have been praised by James Montgomery. 



INVOCATION. 

/"^OME, Holy Spirit, come, 
^^ With energy divine. 
And on this poor benighted soul 
With beams of mercy shine. 

From the celestial hills 

Light, life, and jo}^ dispense ; 
And may I daily, hourly feel 
Thy quickening influence. 

O melt this frozen heart, ■ 

This stubborn will subdue ; 
Each evil passion overcome, 
And form me all anew. 

The profit will be mine, 

But Thine shall be the praise ; 
Cheerful to Thee will I devote 
The remnant of my days. 







4H 



ENGLISH HYMNS OF liTH CENTURY. 




TEACHINGS OF THE SPIRIT. 

Dr. Rogers, in his Lyra Britannica, gives what purports to be the original text 
■a very inferior one — of this, and says it was revised by another hand. 

/""^OME, blessed Spirit, Source of light, 
^-^ Whose Power and Grace are unconfined ; 
Dispel the gloomy shades of night, 
The thicker darkness of the mind. 

' To mine illumined eyes display 

The glorious truths Thy Word reveals ; 
Cause me to run the heavenly way ; 
The Book unfold, and loose the seals. 

Thine inward teachings make me know 
The mysteries of Redeeming Love, 

The emptiness of things below. 
And excellence of thingfs above. 

While through this dubious maze I stray, 
Spread, like the sun, Thy beams abroad, 

To show the dangers of the way, 
And guide my feeble steps to God. 



RENEWING INFLUENCE. 

INTERNAL Spirit, Source of good, 
— ' Too little known or understood. 
Thy saving gifts to us dispense. 
And bless us with Thine influence. 






GRIEVE NOT THE SPIRIT. 415 

Form every faculty anew, 
Our lusts restrain, our hearts subdue ; 
Our fears suppress, our guilt remove, 
Inspire with zeal, enflame with love. 

Let all our powers to Thee submit, 

And bow adoring at Thy feet ; 

Thy holy light may we receive, 

And mourn whene'er Thyself we grieve. 

Thus will we bless Thy name, O Lord, 
And Thine efficient Grace record ; 
Thou with the Father and the Son 
Art One in Three and Three in One. 




GRIEVE NOT THE SPIRIT. 

'^/TY faith is weak, my foes are strong, 
iMx. jyfy wandering heart with anguish 

pained : 
Celestial Dove, where art Thou fled, 

Since I Thine influence restrained? 
O come again and ease my heart ; 
There dwell, and never thence depart. 

Teach me Thy sovereign will to know, 
From paths of folly to return ; 

O let me never grieve Thee more, 

Nor ever hence Thine absence mourn. 

Come then, celestial Dove, impart 

Thy sacred peace to soothe my heart. 






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ENGLISH HYMNS OF 18/7/ CENTURY. 

Vouchsafe, in answer to my prayer, 
To form my inward powers anew ; 

Confirm my faith, my fears dispel. 

And guide me all my journey through. 

Come then, celestial Spirit, come, 

And lead a lonely pilgrim home. 

C>0>®<0-0 




SAMUEL PATTISON. 

Author of Origmal Poems, chiefly on Sublime Stihjects; published iSoi, but 
apparently prepared for the press in 1792 : a curious volume, with a singularly hiu-nor- 
ous preface. Our extracts are taken from a poem in 33 Odes (covering 57 pages) on 
the Te Deum: they are the Sth and i7thi 

TO GOD THE HOLY GHOST. 

8,^ RE Nature, lovely child, arose, 
^-^ With all her ample spheres, 
Thou didst with Deity repose. 
And know coequal years. 

Thine agency the Godhead sought. 
When Wisdom formed the plan 

To rear creation out of naught, 
Or rescue prisoned man. 

And from the everlasting throne 
Thy dove-formed radiance flew, 

Making its. power omnific known 
To all the ethereal view. 

Primeval horrors felt Thy glade 

Enter their central gloom ; 
And downs, with all their charms arrayed, 

Immersed from the hideous womb. 






HOLY GHOST, THE COMFORTER/ 417 

We celebrate Thee, Light of Light ! 

By whom the prophets told 
Of Israel's freedom from the weight 

Of Babel's yoke of old. 

Both Jew and Gentile, seer and sage, 

Drank in their moral day. 
Of every clime and every age. 

From Thy inspiring ray. 

But O, the effulgence Zion boasts ! 

With matchless glow she flames ; 
Brightened with glor}' are her coasts 

Of rich immortal beams : 

While every member honored is 

With Thy renewing power, 
And Thee their Pledge of deathless bliss 

Their grateful souls adore. 

Hail, Thou irradiating Fire 

From the eternal Sun ! 
Through every host and heavenly choir 

Thy boundless praises run. 





ALSO THE HOLY GHOST, THE COMFORTER. 

TTOLY Ghost, the Comforter, 

•*- -^ Thee the sons of light revere ; 

Own the Paraclete alone, 

Hail Thee welcome to Thy throne. 

27 





4i8 ENGLISH HYMNS OF iZth CENTURY. 

Every humble patient breast, 
Of sweet charity possest, 
Is the throne of Deity, 
Is a temple, Lord, for Thee. 

Poor your state, ye splendid domes. 
If in you He never homes : 
Solemn piles are reared in vain. 
If His Grace no glories gain. 

Softening as Spring's genial showers 
Are the dews He sweetly pours : 
Grateful for the drops benign, 
Meekened spirits drink them in. 

Culture sacred they receive. 
By His emanations live ; 
Down in holy tempers shoot, 
Upwards bear celestial fruit. 

While His fragrant breezes blow, 
Fan the cedars as they grow, 
Till they gain their perfect rise. 
Gladsome both to earth and skies. 

Holy Ghost, the Comforter, 
Thee the sons of Heaven revere ; 
As One of the eternal Three, 
Praise, adore, and worship Thee. 







COME. HOLY GHOST. 419 

RICHARD BURNHAM, 1749-18 10. 

A London Baptist minister. From his Hymns, 1796. 

TTOLY Spirit, now descend ! 

-^ Now reveal the dying Friend : 
Give the Christ-endearincj lifflit, 
Peace, and joy, and vast delight. 

Come, Thou sweetest, purest Dove ! 
Blow up all the fire of love : 
Love victorious may we feel, 
Love that conquers party zeal : 

Love that frees from vile restraint, 
Kindly smiles on every saint, 
Runs through all the shining road, 
Grasps a world, and flies to God. 

o-oj58c?o-o • 





ANONYMOUS. 

From the Gospel Magazine ; reprinted in Thomas Humphreys' Collection., 
Bristol, 179S. 

/^^OME, Holy Ghost, and warm my heart ; 
^-^ Thy animating power impart, 

Sweet dawn of life divine : 
'Tis Jesu's Love alone can give 
The power to rise, the power to live ; 

Eternal Life is Thine. 





420 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i8n^ CENTURY. 

If in my heart Thy heavenly day 
Has e'er diffused its vital ra}^, 

I bless the smiling dawn ; 
But O, when gloomy clouds arise 
And veil Thy glory from mine ej^'es, 

I mourn my joys withdrawn. 

Then faith and hope and love decay ; 
Without Thy life-inspiring ray 

Each cheerful grace declines : 
Yet I must live on Thee, my Lord, 
For still in Thy unchanging Word 

A beam of comfort shines. 

The vital principle within, 

Though oft deprest with fear and sin, 

Can never cease to be ; 
Though doubt prevails, and grief complains, 
Thy Hand omnipotent sustains 

The life derived from Thee. 

O come. Thou Life of every grace. 
Reveal, reveal Thy lovely face ; 

These gloomy clouds remove, 
And bid my fainting hope arise 
To Thy fair mansions in the skies 

On wings of faith and Xo^o,. 

There Life divine no languor knows, 
But with immortal vigor glows. 

By joys immortal fed : 
No. cloud can spread a moment's night, , 
For there Thv smiles immense delisrht 

And boundless glory shed. 







HAIL, HOLY SPIRIT! 42 1 




SIMON BROWNE, 1730. 



This piece was overlooked in its proper place, which should be after Browne's 
other hymn on pp. 318-19. It is a fine sample of the theological thought of that day. 



T TAIL, Holy Spirit, bright immortal Dove ! 

Great Spring of light, of purity and love ; 
Proceeding from the Father and the Son, 
Distinct from Both, and yet with Both but One. 

By Thy prolific influence empty space 
Gx'ew fruitful, and old Chaos changed its face • 
Upon the wasteful deep Thou didst but move, 
And Life and Light straight through the fluid strove. 

When 'twas foreseen that man would soon rebel. 
And yet decreed to save the wretch from hell, 
Thou didst in the eternal consult join. 
And freely bear a part in that design. 

How dim and faded did the apostate look, 
How chano-ed his nature, when he God forsook ! 
How did his glory wane, his life decay. 
And all his native beauty fade away ! 

Before, he shone with heavenly lustre bright, 
Bore God's own image*, and was His delight : 
Basked in His smiles, and on His Love did feast, 
And settled in Him as his central Rest. 






42 2 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \Zth CENTURY. 

But ah, what waste the invader Sin has made ! 
His lustre's lost, his mind involved in shade : 
His God is gone, the very man is dead. 
And in his room the brute erects his head. 

Dusky and callous all his mind is grown, 
Dark as the grave, and hard as any stone; 
Insensible to things divine become, 
Stained all with guilt and thick impervious gloom. 

But, Lord, from Thee one kind and quickening ray 
Will pierce the gloom, and re-enkindle day ; 
'Twill waken all the primogenial fire. 
Revive the man, and Life divine inspire. 

Thy secret energ}' diffused within 
Will purify the soul, and purge out sin ; 
'Twill warm the frozen heart with love divine. 
And with its Maker's image make it shine. 

Oshed Thine influence, and Thy power exert. 
Clear my dark mind, and thaw my icy heart; 
Pour on my drowsy soul celestial day, 
And heavenly Life to all its powers convey. 

Say but the powerful word, and 'twill be done : 
Soon shall I put my Maker's image on. 
And shine again with His resemblance bright, 
Enjoy His favor and be His delight. 

The brute in me shall die, and in its stead 
The man revive, and lift again his head : 
God reconciled shall to my breast return, 
And all my soul with strong devotion burn. 








ENGLISH HYMNS 



OF THE 



NINETEENTH CENTURY. 




*<^"i<kii^i^^^^^MittSH^^^Mi 






/^ HOLY SPIRIT of Grace, be Thou my Wisdom, to teach 
me my faith ; my Understanding, to teach me my duty ; 
my Counsel, in all my doubts ; my Strength, against all tempta- 
tions ; my Knowledge, in what belongs to the state of life to 
which I am called ; my Godliness, in all my actions ; my Fear, 
all the day long : that Thou mayst be my Comfort at the last, 
and my Bliss for ever. Amen. 







ENGLISH HYMNS OF THE NINE- 
TEENTH CENTURY. 



BASIL WOODD, 1 760-1831. 

Morning preacher at Bentinck Chapel, Marylebone, and rector of Drayton- 
Beauchamp, Bucklnghamsliire. His IVeiv Metrical Version of the Psalms, "with an 
Appendix o_f Hymtis, appeared in or about iSoo: second edition, 1821. Of this 
piece lie says in his Preface that it " was a favorite hymn of tlie late lamented Prin- 
cess Charlotte. She frequently played and sang it to the tune of Haydn's celebrated 
German hymn : and had marked in her copy the passages which particularly interested 
her." Joseph Hart (1759) has a hymn beginning with the same words, but after the 
opening lines entirely different. 

TTOLY Ghost, inspire our praises ; 
-^ Shed abroad a Saviour's Love : 

While we chant the name of Jesus, 

Deign on every heart to move. 
Source of sweetest consolation ! 

Breathe Thy peace on all below ; 
Bless, O bless this congregation ; 

Bid our hearts with influence glow. 

Come with heavenly inspiration, 

Jesus in our souls reveal ; 
Manifest this great salvation ; 

As Thy own our spirits seal. 
Light divine, on darkness shining, 

Deign the light of Truth to give ; 
Every grace and joy combining, 

May we to Thy. glory live. 






ENGLISH HYMNS OF i^th CENTURY. 




Hail, ye spirits bright and glorious, 

High exalted round the throne ! 
Now with you we join in chorus, 

And your Lord we call our own. 
God to us His Son hath given : 

Saints, your noblest anthems raise : 
All in earth and all in Heaven 

Shout the great Jehovah's praise. 



-o-o';^e;oo- 



DANIEL HERBERT, 1751-1S33. 

Independent minister at Sudbury, Suffolk ; a voluminous but feeble versifier. 
His Hymns and Poems, Doctrinal and E xperimental, fill three volumes, of which 
the first, containing this, appeared 1801. 

LONGING AFTER GOD. 




r^OME, Thou almighty Comforter, 
^-^ And bring upon Thy wing 
Sweet consolations to each soul. 
That we may praise and sing. 

We want to feel, we want to see. 
We want to know Thee more ; 

We want sweet foretastes of Thy Love, 
As we have had before. 

And shall we come in vain to God? 

Dear Lord, that cannot be ; 
Thy promise stands engaged to come 

And bless even two or three. 





COME, HOLY SPIRIT! CALM MY MIND. 427 

Come, Lord, and grant each soul to feel 

Its interest in Thy Grace, 
And give us faith and hope and love, 

And strength to run the race. 

For if Thou draw'st us, we can run ; 

Upheld by Thee, we stand : 
Lord, work in us to will and do, 

And lead us by the hand. 

If Thou should'st leave us, we must fall, 

Without Thee cannot rise ; 
For when our Jesus hides His face 

Our hope and comfort dies. 

Lord, give more faith, more solid faith. 

More confidence in Thee ; 
Break off our legal chains, O God, 

And let our souls go free. 

— — o-oJ<Si<cio 




JOHN STEWART, 1803.. 




This hymn has been wrongly ascribed to George Burder: Mr. Sedg\vick gives it 
as above. I know nothing of the author, and cannot answer for tlie text. 



/"^OME, Holy Spirit ! calm my mind, 
^^ And fit me to approach my God ; 
Remove each vain, each worldly thought, 
And lead me to Thy blest abode. 





428 ENGLISH HYMNS OF k^th CENTURY. 

Hast Thou imparted to my soul 
A living spark of holy fire? 

O kindle now the sacred flame ; 
Make me to burn with pure desire. 

Impress upon my wandering heart 
The Love that Christ to sinners bore ; 

That I may mourn the wounds I caused, 
And my redeeming God adore. 

A brighter faith and hope impart, 
And let me now my Saviour see ; 

O soothe and cheer my burdened heart, 
And bid my spirit rest in Thee. 




-oOl^&^O-o— 



JOHN KEMPTHORNE, iSio. 

From Select Poriiotis of Psalms^ &c. So says Mr. Sedgwick. I find it in a 
Selection of Psabns and Aiitlicms by W. Morg.\n of Bi-adford : 1S15-1S2J. 



SPIRIT OF GOD, ON THEE WE CALL. 

OPIRIT of God, on Thee we call ; 
^"-^ O hear us, and Thy gifts impart. 
Lamenting, penitent, we fall : 
Descend into our inmost heart. 

Our strongest efforts all are vain ; ' 
Spirit of Mercy ! set us free : 

Captive to sin we shall remain 
Till we are sanctified by Thee. 






FOR A WELL-GROUNDED HOPE. 



429 




In time of wealth, Protecting Power ! 

From pride and worldly snares defend ; 
And in affliction's keenest hour, 

Be Thou our Comforter and Friend. 

Vouchsafe to lend a gracious ear, 

And quickly come. Thou heavenly Guest! 
Come and abide for ever here ; 

Thy temple is the Christian's breast. 



-<K)>a>^ao- 



THOMAS COTTERILL, 1779-1823. 

Perpetual Curate of St. PauPs, Sheffield. His Selection, in which James Mont- 
gomery helped him, appeared iSio, and reached an eighth edition, enlarged, 1819. 
I'he date of this is iSii ; it is founded on a hytnn of Hart's: see pp. 384-5. 



FOR A WELL-GROUNDED HOPE OF SALVATION. 

■pTERNAL Spirit ! Source of Truth ! 
^-^ Our contrite hearts inspire ; 
Kindle a flame of heavenly love. 
And feed the pure desire. 

'Tis Thine to soothe the sorrowing soul, 

With Satan's yoke oppressed ; 
'Tis Thine to bid the dying live, 

And give the weary rest. 

Let no false joy deceive our minds ; 

Lest, while we boast Thy light, 
We fall from all our towering hopes 

Down to eternal niofht. 






43° ENGLISH HYMXS OF ic)TH CENTURY. 

Subdue the power of ever\- sin, 

Whate'er that sin may be ; 
That we, in singleness of heart, 

iVlay worship only Thee. 

Then with our spirits witness bear, 
That we "re the sons of God, 

Redeemed from sin, and death, and hell, 
Throuo-h Christ's atonincj Blood. 




SPIRIT OF TRUTH, THY GRACE IMPART. 



The above has been rehashed as follows. Tliis compilation, found in many books, 
owes its second verse to C. Wesley, and its third and fourth to Hart and Cottcrill; 
while V. I alone boasts a semblance of originality. 

OPIRIT of truth. Thy grace impart, 

To guide our doubtful way ; 
Thy beams shall scatter eveiy cloud, 
And make a glorious da}^. 

Light in Thy light O ma}' we see, 

Thy Grace and mercy prove. 
Revived and cheered and blessed by Thee, 

Spirit of peace and love ! 

'Tis Thine to soothe the sorrowing" mind, 

With guilt and fear opprest ; 
'Tis Thine to bid the dving live, 

And give the weary rest. 

Subdue the power of every sin, 

Whate'er that sin may be. 
That we, in singleness of heart. 

May worship only Thee. 






SPIRIT OF TRUTH, O HOLY GHOST. 43 1 



ANONYMOUS, 18 15. 

From a Cornish Selection, 1815, and others. 

T TOLY Ghost, whose fire celestial 
Light and Life divine imparts ; 
Come and dwell in breasts terrestrial ; 

Heaven reveal in earthly hearts. 
Come and pour in blest effusion 

Heavenly unction from above, 
Scattering wide, in rich diffusion, 

"Comfort, light, and fire of love." 

Keep Thy Church in holy union ; 

Foes remove, give peace at home : 
Source of peace and sweet communion, 

Where Thou dwellest, no ill can come. 
Teach us humbly to adore Thee, 

While on earth we pass our days : 
Thence transport our souls to glory, 

Lost in wonder, love, and praise. 




SPIRIT OF TRUTH, O HOLY GHOST. 

From a Collection prepared by the Revs. E. Maltby, R. Tillard, and J. S. Banks, 
and sanctioned by the Bishop of Lincoln, 1S15. 

OPIRIT of Truth, O Holy Ghost, 
*^ Fruit of our Saviour's Love ! 
Come, as on Day of Pentecost, 
Descending^ from above. 






432 ENGLISH HYMNS OF k^th CENTURY. 

Like the first saints, with one accord 

Behold us met to hail 
Our risen and ascended Lord : 

His promise will not fail. . 

And though no mighty rushing sound, 

Or cloven tongues of fire, 
Or gifts of speech attend Thee down, 

With comfort us inspire. 

Teach us to feel His heavenly peace. 
To walk the paths He trod ; 

Confirm our faith, our hope increase. 
And fix our love on God. 



-oOj®t^C«>- 




WILLIAM GADSBY, 1 773-1 844. 

Author of The Nazarene' s Songs, 1S14. This piece is here abridged. 

TTOLY Ghost, we look to Thee ! 

Raise the dead, the captive free ; 
From the mighty take the prey. 
Teach the weak to watch and pray. 

Blessed Spirit, holy God, 
'Tis Thy work to shed abroad 
Love divine in Zion's heart, 
And true holiness impart. 






HOLY SPIRIT, HEAVENLY DOVE. 433 

Thine it is the Church to bless, 
And to comfort in distress ; 
Trembling, helpless souls to guide 
Safe to Jesu's wounded side. 

Carry on Thy work with power, 
Lead us safely to Thy tower ; 
Jesu's matchless fulness show, 
Suited to our every woe. 

Out of self to Jesus lead ; 

For and in us intercede : 

Guide us down to death, and there 

Banish all our guilt and fear. 

There, and then, support the mind ; 
May we be to death resigned ; 
And with an immortal song 
Haste to join the heavenly throng. 




-oojagtjoo- 



JOSEPH IRONS, 17S5-1852. 

Independent minister in London, and father of Dr. W. J. Irons, who has made 
the best version of Dies Irce. Author of Zion's Hymtis, 1816. 

TTOLY Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
-^ -^ Breathe upon us from above. 
And with sweet celestial fire 
Zeal inflame, and love inspire. 
28 






434 ENGLISH HYMNS OF igTH CENTURY. 

On this congregation pour 
Heavenly blessings like a shower ; 
Streams of Grace upon us shed ; 
Teach the living, raise the dead. 

Bid each groundless doubt depart ; 
Bind up every broken heart. 
Warm the frozen, cheer the faint; 
Feed and comfort every saint. 

Every soul do Thou engage ; 
Every Christian's grief assuage ; 
Be our Counsellor and Guide ; 
Lead to Jesus crucified. 




THE WITNESS. 

Romans viii. i6. 

TTOLY Spirit, heavenly Witness, 

Whose almighty unction darts 
Life to souls once dead, and fitness 
For the heavenly state imparts ; 

Bear Thy witness 
To Thy work in all our hearts. 

Witness to our souls of Jesus, 
Let us now His Grace record : 

Thou and Thou alone canst ease us ; 
Shed the Saviour's Love abroad, 

And bear witness 
That we are the sons of God. 






INVOCA TION. 435 

Witness every frame and feeling, 

Every want and every woe ; 
And the Blood of Christ for healing 

On our helpless souls bestow : 
Holy Witness, 

Let us covenant blessings know. 

Witness in us, for us, by us, 

With Thine agency divine ; 
Nor in that great Day deny us. 

When the saints in glory shine. 
Then bear witness 

Of our souls, that they are Thine. 




INVOCATION. 

"PTERNAL Spirit, let me know 
■*—'' The Love of Christ to me ; 
Its conquering, quickening power bestow. 
To set my spirit free. 

I long to know its depth and height, 
To scan its breadth and length, 

Drink in its ocean of delight. 
And triumph in its strength. 

It is Thine office to reveal 

The Saviour's wondrous Love ; 

O set upon my heart Thy seal, 
And bless me from above. 






436 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i^th CENTURY. 

Thy quickening power to me impart, 
And be my constant Guide ; 

Remove m}- sorrows, warm my heart, 
And be Thou glorified. 

oOj^O-o 




THOMAS ROW. 

An obscure but voluminous rhymer. His two volumes of Spiritual Poenzs, or 
Evangelical Hyiizas, appeared 1817 and 1S22. I take this and the next from David 
Denham's Selection, 1S37. 

A LMIGHTY Spirit, we 

Thy Godhead now adore ; 
We bring our praise to Thee, 
And thanks for evermore. 
For once we slept in darkness deep, 
But Thou hast raised us from the sleep. 

Through all Thy work within 
Thy greatness we admire : 
. It breaks the reign of sin. 

And lights the sacred fire. 
To make us burn with love to God, 
Through the atoning Saviour's Blood. 

Thy Power and Grace divine 

Have raised us from the dead, 
And taught our souls to twine 
Around our living Head : 
And none but God could bless us so, 
Or raise us from such depths of woe. 






SPIRIT JEHOVAH, GLORIOUS LORD! 437 

To Jesus Thou dost lead 

Our souls for life and rest, 
And on His Cross to feed 
Till we are truly blest. - 
We now to Thee our praises bring, 
And thus Thy glorious Godhead sing. 

O0j:®<0-0 




ROBERT HAWKER, D.D., 1753-1827. 

vicar of Charles-the- Martyr, Plymouth. His Collection of Psalms and Hyjfuts 
reached a 15th edition in 1S34. Text from Denhara's Selection. 

O PIRIT Jehovah ! glorious Lord ! 

^^ Vouchsafe Thy presence with Thy Word 

To all Thy Church around : 
Lord, grant to each of Thine now here 
The seeing eye, the hearing ear. 

To know the joyful sound. 

Without renewings of Thy Grace 
To see God's glory in Christ's face 

And manifest the Lord, 
Our ordinance will barren prove. 
Not one will taste of Jesus' Love 

Or savor in Thy Word. 

Blest Spirit ! on Christ's garden blow. 
And cause the spices all to flow. 

As grace for grace each suits ; 
For then will our Beloved come 
Into this garden of His own 

And eat His pleasant fruits. 






438 ENGLISH HYMNS OF k^th CENTURY. 

Almighty Lord ! let all around 
In sweet communion now abound 

With God and God's dear Son. 
If Thou wilt open to our view 
The Love of Each, and draw us too, 

Then will our hearts be won. 

'Tis Thine, O Lord, in blessing thus 
To take of Christ's and show to us, 

Of Him and His to impart : 
And Thine no less the same to prove, 
And shed abroad the Fatiier's Love 

In each renewed heart. 

'Tis Thine in prayer to help complaints, 
To quicken sinners, comfort saints. 

And weary souls refresh ; 
The heart of stone to take away ; 
Lord, there are many here this day ! 

O give them hearts of flesh. 

Sweet Comforter ! do Thou behold 
The little ones of Jesus' fold 

With special grace this day ; 
That all Thy children, taught of Thee, 
May have their portion full and free, 

And none go lean away. 

Then will loud praises through our host 
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 







HOLY GHOST, WITH LIGHT DIVINE. 439 

By every tongue be given ; 
And each will say in godly fear, 
"This is God's House ; the Lord is here ; 

And this the Gate of Heaven." 

And daily, till our Lord shall come 
To take His whole redeemed home 

With Him for ever then. 
The Lord send blessings from above ! 
The Father's, Son's, and Spirit's Love 

Be with us all. Amen. 




ANDREW REED, D.D., 17S7-1862. 



Independent minister in London, and an eminent philanthropist. He published 
A Siipplemettt to Dr. IVaits, 1817, enlarged edition 1825 ; and The Hymn Book, 
1S42. The latter contains nineteen lyrics of his own : two of which are among the 
most familiar modern Spirit-hymns. The first appeared 1817. 



T TOLY Ghost, with light divine, 
-^ Shine upon this heart of mine ! 

Chase the shades of night away, 
Turn the darkness into day. 
Let me see my Saviour's face. 
Let me all His beauties trace ; 
Show those glorious truths to me 
Which are only known by Thee. 

Holy Ghost, with power divine, 
Cleanse this guilty heart of mine : 






440 ENGLISH -HYMNS OF \^th CENTURY. 




Long has sin, without control, 
Held dominion o'er my soul : 
Oft I of its power complain, 
Yet I live beneath its reign ; 
In Thy mercy pity me, 
From this bondage set me free. 

Holy Ghost, with joy divine, 
Cheer this saddened heart of mine ; 
Bid my many woes depart, 
Heal my wounded, bleeding heart. 
Yield a sacred, settled peace. 
Bid it grow and still increase ; 
Till each anxious thought expires, 
Till my joy to Heaven aspires. 

Holy Spirit, all divine. 
Dwell within this heart of mine ; 
Cast dow^n every idol throne. 
Reign supreme, and reign alone. 
See, to Thee I yield my heart ; 
Shed Thy life through every part. 
A pure temple I would be. 
Wholly dedicate to Thee. 



SPIRIT DIVINE! ATTEND OUR PRAYERS. 

1842. 

OPIRIT Divine ! attend our pravers, 
^^-'^ And make this house Thy home ; 
Descend with all Thy gracious powers ; 
O come, great Spirit, come I 






SPIRIT DIVINE, ATTEND OUR PRAYERS. 44 1 

Come as the Hgrht : to us reveal 

Our emptiness and woe ; 
And lead us in those paths of life 

Where ail the righteous go. 

Come as the fire, and purge our hearts, 

Like sacrificial flame : 
Let our whole soul an ofTering be 

To our Redeemer's Name. 

Come as the dew, and sweetly bless 

This consecrated hour ; 
May barrenness rejoice to own 

Thy fertilizing power. 

Come as the dove, and spread Thy wings. 

The wings of peaceful Love ; 
And let Thy Church on earth become 

Blest as the Church above. 

Come as the wind, with rushing sound 

And Pentecostal Grace ; 
That all of woman born may see 

The glory of Thy face. 

Spirit divine, attend our prayers. 
Make a. lost world Thy home ; 

Descend with all Thy gracious powers ; 
O come, great Spirit, come ! 







ENGLISH HYMNS OF i^rH CENTURY. 



JAMES MONTGOMERY, 1 771-1854. 

His hj'mns appeared at various times : some 46 in Thomas Cotterill's Selection, 
1819; 100 in his own Christian Psalmist, 1825; and many were printed for the first 
time in his Original Hy inns, 1853. 



THE DESCENT OF THE SPIRIT. 

Acts ii. 1-4. 
1S19. Text sHghtly revised in 1823. 

T ORD God, the Holy Ghost! 
-■-^ In this accepted hour, 
As on the day of Pentecost,^ 
Descend in all Thy power. 
We meet with one accord 
In our appointed place, 
And wait the promise of our Lord, 
The Spirit of all Grace. 

Like mighty rushing wind 
Upon the waves beneath. 
Move with one impulse every mind. 
One soul, one feeling breathe : 
The young, the old inspire 
With wisdom from above ; 
And give us hearts and tongues of fire, 
To pray, and praise, and love. 

Spirit of Light, explore 

And chase our gloom away ; 
With lustre shining more and more 
Unto the perfect day. 

1 On this the day of Pentecost. — 1S19. 







SPIRIT OF POWER AND MIGHT. 443 

Spirit of Truth, be Thou 

In hfe and death our Guide ; ^ 

O Spirit of adoption, now 
May we be sanctified ! 




THE SPIRIT CREATING ALL THINGS NEW. 

1S25. 

OPIRIT of power and might, behold 
^~-^ A world by sin destroyed : 
Creator-Spirit, as of old, 
Move on the formless void. 

Give Thou the word ; — that healing sound 

Shall quell the deadly strife ; 
And earth again, like Eden crowned, 

Produce the Tree of Life. 

If sang the morning-stars for joy, 

When Nature rose to view. 
What strains will angel-harps employ 

When Thou shalt all renew ! 

And if the sons of God rejoice 

To hear a Saviour's name. 
How will the ransomed raise their voice, 

To whom that Saviour came ! 

So every kindred, tongue and tribe, 

Assemblings round the throne. 
Thy new creation shall ascribe 

To sovereign Love alone. 



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444 ENGLISH HYMNS OF igrn CENTURY. 




THE SPIRIT ACCOMPANYING THE WORD 

OF GOD. 



1825. 



r\ SPIRIT of the living God ! 
^^ In all Thy plenitude of Grace, 
Where'er the foot of man hath trod, 
Descend on our apostate race. 

Give tongues of fire and hearts of love. 
To preach the reconciling Word ; 

Give power and unction from above. 
Whene'er the joyful sound is heard. 

Be darkness, at Thy coming, light ; 

Confusion order in Thy path ; 
Souls without strength inspire with might ; 

Bid mercy triumpli over wrath. 

O Spirit of the Lord ! prepare 

All the round earth her God to meet ; 

Breathe Thou abroad like morning air, 
Till hearts of stone begin to beat. 

Baptize the nations ; far and nigh 
The triumphs of the Cross record ; 

The Name of Jesus glorify, 

Till every kindred call Him Lord. 






THEE WILL WE PRAISE. 445 

God from eternity hath willed 

All flesh shall His salvation see ; 
So be the Father's Love fulfilled, 

The Saviour's sufferings crowned through 
Thee. 

<>oJaS>:Joo 




HENRY LOWE. 

Author of a volume of Psalms a?id Hymns for the Church Year, 1820. 

'HPHEE will we praise, celestial Power, 

Thee, wondrous, mighty Spirit, sing 
Thou who in young Creation's hour 
Wast present with Thy fostering wing. 

From Thee its life and beauty came, 
All that delights and cheers the eye ; 

The Spirit earth, sea, sky proclaim, 
And tell of blessings from on high. 

To man, the fairest work of Heaven, 
O'er all the rest to bear control. 

To him Thine energy was given. 
Endowed by Thee, a living soul. 

Yet hast Thou blessings dearer far ; 

To make our souls Thine own abode ; 
To form them by Thy holy care 

For endless bliss, the sons of God. 






44^ ENGLISH HYMNS OF \^th CENTURY. 

Thanks, blessing, honor, might, and praise 
Be unto Thee, all holy Lord ! 

To Thee may earth one chorus raise, 
And God the Spirit be adored. 




S. B. HASLAM. 

From the title-page of his Divine Aspirations, 1824-1S33. 

TNSPIRED by Thee, divine triumphant Breath ! 
-^ I sing Thy conquests over sin and death : 
Or in Thy rich salutes such bliss I prove. 
My spirit breathes enraptured strains of love. 
But should my muse a mournful theme assume, 
Of souls deep buried in a fleshly tomb ; 
Or songs or sighs, as touching Grace and sin, 
Alike are echoes of Thy voice within. 

CWD^gcJOO 



BISHOP REGINALD HEBER, 17S3-1826. 
WHIT-SUNDAY. 

(Compare with Hart's hymn on pp. 383-4.) 

OPIRIT of Truth ! on this Thy day 
*^ To Thee for help we cry, 
To guide us through the dreary way 
Of dark mortality. 






CONFIRM A TION. /j 47 

We ask not, Lord, Thy cloven flame, 

Or tongues of various tone ; 
But long Thy praises to proclaim 

With fervor in our own. 

We mourn not that prophetic skill 

Is found on earth no more ; 
Enough for us to trace Thy will 

In Scripture's sacred lore. 

We neither have nor seek the power 

111 demons to control ; 
But Thou, in dark temptation's hour, 

Shalt chase them from the soul. 

No heavenly harpings soothe our ear. 

No mystic dreams we share ; 
Yet hope to feel Thy comfort near, 

And bless Thee in our prayer. 

When tongues shall cease, and power decay, 

And knowledge empty prove. 
Do Thou Thy trembling servants stay 

With faith, with hope, with love. 




-oojsgcjoo- 




JOHN KEBLE, 1793-1S66. 

Vicar of Hursley. The two following extracts are from The Christian Vcar, 1827. 

CONFIRMATION. 

The five opening verses are omitted. 

OPIRIT of might and sweetness too ! 
*^ Now leading on the wars of God, 
Now to green isles of shade and dew 
Turning the waste Thy people trod : 





448 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i^th CENTURY. 

Draw, Holy Ghost, Thy sevenfold veil 
Between us and the fires of youth : 

Breathe, Holy Ghost, Thy freshening gale, 
Our fevered brow in age to soothe. 

And oft as sin and sorrow tire, 

The hallowed hour do Thou renew, 

When, beckoned up the awful choir 

By pastoral hands, toward Thee we drew ; 

When trembling at the sacred rail 

We hid our eyes and held our breath, 

Felt Thee how strong, our hearts how frail, 
And longed to own Thee to the death. 

For ever on our souls be traced 

That blessing dear, that dove-like hand, 

A sheltering rock in memory's waste, 
O'ershadowing all the weary land. 




ORDINATION. 

The four opening verses are omitted. ■ 

\ ND where shall Mother's bosom find, 
■^ -^ With all its deep love-learned skill, 
A prayer so sweetly to her mind 
As, in this sacred hour and still. 

Is wafted from the white-robed choir. 
Ere yet the pure high-breathed lay, 

" Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire," 
Rise floating on its dovelike way. 







ORDINA TION. 449 

And when it comes, so deep and clear 
The strain, so soft the melting fall, 

It seems not to the entranced ear 

Less than Thine own heart- cheering call. 

Spirit of Christ — Thine earnest given 

That these our prayers are heard, and they 

Who grasp this hour the sword of Heaven 
Shall feel Thee on their weary way. 

Oft as at morn or soothing eve 

Over the holy Fount they lean, 
Their fading garland freshly weave, 

Or fan them with Thine airs serene, 

Spirit of Light and Truth ! to Thee 
We trust them in that musing hour, 

Till they, with open heart and free, 
Teach all Thy Word in all its power. 

When foemen watch their tents b}' night. 
And mists hang wide o'er moor and fell, 

Spirit of Counsel and of Might, 

Their pastoral warfare guide Thou well. 

And O, when worn and tired they sigh 
With that more fearful war within, 

When passion's storm-s are loud and high. 
And broodinPT o'er remembered sin 

The heart dies down — O mightiest then, 

Come ever true, come ever near, 

And wake their slumbering love again. 

Spirit of God's most holy Fear ! 

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450 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \^th CENTURY. 



GRIEVE NOT THE HOLY SPIRIT. 

From Henry Allon's Supplemental Hymns, iS68. It is there ascribed to 
Keble, but I cannot find it in his books. 

T TOW dare we pray Thee dwell within 
-^ -^ These hearts defiled by wilful sin? 
Yet, Holy Ghost, do not depart, 
Leave not to earth our earthly heart. 
And if Thou seest us erring still, 
O bend to Thine our stubborn will. 
And bring us to the fold again, 
If need, by chastisement and pain. 

Bring us, by all the powers of sense. 
By all the course of Providence, 
By inmost Conscience, not yet dumb. 
By all the past, by all to come. 
By God's best Gifts, His Son to die. 
And then our hearts to sanctify ; 
Bring us, before our sun go down. 
To bear the cross, to win the crown. 




ANONYMOUS, 1S3S. 
FOR HELP IN THE FIGHT. 

From A Collection of Prayers., with a Few Hymns, Oxford, 1828. 

OPIRIT of God, mysterious Power, descend! 
^^ To Thine own victory rule our combat now ; 
Leave us not to ourselves, but still defend 

Each breast unharnessed, each unhelmedbrow. 






TURN US. 451 

Our battle is not against flesh alone, 

The banded world and manv a treacherous ijuide : 
But against vigilant fiends, to whom are known 

Our hopes of Heaven, our weakness, and our 
pride. 

Though reft of helm and corselet, we shall war 
To victory, so Thou our cause befriend, 

By Him, the Crucified, the Conqueror: 

Spirit of God, mysterious Power, descend ! 




TURN US. 

r^ TURN, most Holy Spirit ! turn 
^^ Our hearts to wisdom, and release 
Our souls from Satan : make us learn 

In Christ the lesson of our peace. 
For His dear sake, in Whom alone 

Began, continues, and must end 
The work of Grace, to us make known 

His Cross : on us Thy power descend ! 

The sinners Thou dost call to Thee, 

The sinners whom He died to save. 
Redeem us from ourselves, and free 

Our souls from bondage and the grave : 
Make our ears hear, our eyes discern 

Thy Truth ; all our reluctance cease : 
O turn, almighty Spirit, turn 

Our hearts to wisdom and to peace. 






452 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i^rn CENTURY. 




R. DUNDERDALE. 

Poems on Religious a>td Moral Subjects : Kirkby Lonsdale, 1829. 

T TAIL, blessed Source of holy Light and Life, 

Our Guide to Heaven and Comfort here below ! 
Thou kind Defence 'gainst anger, wrath, and strife, 
On my sad heart Thy influence bestow. 

Teach me to spurn that idle pomp and state 
From which much ire and discord oft arise : 

For purer scenes teach my proud heart to wait, 
And fix my view on worlds beyond the skies. 

Inspire my soul with deepest love of Christ ; 

His blessed steps incline me to pursue : 
Cleanse from my earthly eyes the darkening mist, 

And with Thy Grace my carnal mind renew. 

And then whatever here may be my lot, 
Whether proud wealth or poverty betide, 

Like the poor hermit's in the lonely grot, 
My heart will be secure from deadly pride. 

Then I shall run my mortal course in peace, 
As much as is allowed to Adam's race : 

Then, when the throbbing tide of life shall cease, 
Where seraphs reign, I'll reach the happy place. 






ETERNAL SPIRIT, BY WHOSE POWER. 453 




WILLIAM HILEY BATHURST. Born 1796. 

Rector of Barwick-in-Elmet, 1820-1852. His Psalms and Hymns appeared 1831 



"PTERNAL Spirit, by whose power 
^-^ Are burst the bands of death, 
On our cold hearts Thy blessings shower, 
And stir them with Thy breath. 

'Tis Thine to point the heavenly way, 

Each risino- fear control, 
And with a warm enlivening ray 

To melt the icy soul. 

'Tis Thine to cheer us when distrest. 

To raise us when we fall. 
To calm the doubting, troubled breast. 

And aid when sinners call. 

'Tis Thine to bring God's sacred Word 

And write it on our heart. 
There its reviving truths record, 

And there its peace impart. 

Almighty Spirit, visit thus 

Our hearts, and guide our ways ; 

Pour down Thy quickening Grace on us, 
And tune our lips to praise. 






454 ENGLISH HYMNS OF k^th CENTURY. 




SPIRITUAL STRENGTH AND WISDOM DESIRED. 

John xvi. 13, 14. 

PIRIT of Life, Thy influence shed, 
To wake the careless and the dead, 
Light, strength, and comfort to bestow 
On many a child of sin and woe. 

Behold our frail and feeble state : 
Our foes are strong, our danger great : 
The force of liostile rage withstand. 
And guard us with Tiiy mighty Hand. 

Give us an understanding mind, 
The chains of ignorance unbind ; 
Instruct, enlighten, and prepare 
Our hearts the joy of Heaven to share. 

Christ's precious truths to us proclaim. 
Expound His Word, exalt His Name ; 
Make known His power. His Love reveal, 
And with His Blood our conscience heal. 

Lord, in our hearts vouchsafe to dwell, 
There every sinful motion quell ; 
Complete Thy blessed work of Grace, 
And fit us for a happier place. 





SPIRIT OF HOLINESS, LOOK DOWN. 455 



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FOR HEALING AND STRENGTHENING 
GRACE. 



OPIRIT of holiness, look down, 
Our fainting hearts to cheer ; 
And when we tremble at Thy frown, 
O bring Thy comforts near. 



The fears which Thy convictions wrought, 

O let Thy Grace remove ; 
And may the souls which Thou hast taught 

To weep, now learn to love. 

Now let Thy saving mercy heal 

The wounds it made before ; 
Now on our hearts impress Thy seal. 

That we ma}^ doubt no more. 

Complete the work Thou hast begun, 

And make our darkness light, 
That we a glorious race may run. 

Till faith be lost in sioht. 

Then as our wondering eyes discern 

The Lord's unclouded face, 
In fitter lano;uapfe we shall learn 

To sing triumphant Grace. 





456 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i^th CENTURY. 




THE SPIRIT'S DIRECTION IMPLORED. 

T TOLY Spirit, from on high 

Bend on us a pitying eye ; 
Animate tlie drooping heart, 
Bid the power of sin depart. 

Light up every dark recess 
Of our hearts' ungodHness ; 
Show us every devious way 
Where our steps have gone astray. 

Teach us witli repentant grief 
Humbly to implore relief; 
Then the Saviour's Blood reveal, 
All our deep disease to heal. 

Other groundwork should we lay, 
Sweep those empty hopes away ; 
Make us feel that Christ alone 
Can for human guilt atone. 




May we daily grow in grace, 
And pursue the heavenly race. 
Trained in wisdom, led by Love, 
Till we reach our Rest above. 





SPIRIT OF GOD, WHOSE SACRED FIRE. 457 



BAPTIST WRIOTHESLEY NOEL. Born 1799. 

This is from his Selection, 1S32, second edition, 1838; and is supposed to be 
from his pen. 

T TOLIEST Source of consolation, 

Light and life Thy Grace imparts ; 
Visit us in Thy compassion ; 

Guide our minds, and fill our hearts. 

Heavenly blessings without measure 
Thou canst bring us from above ; 

Lord, we ask that heavenly treasure, 
Wisdom, holiness, and love. 

Dwell within us, blessed Spirit; 

Where Thou dwell'st no ill can come. 
Bless us now, through Jesus' merit ; 

Reign in every heart and home. 

Saviour, lead us to adore Thee, 

While Thou dost prolong our days ; 

Then, with angel hosts before Thee, 
May we worship, love, and praise. 




o-o><S):JOO 

ANONYMOUS, 1832. 

From a Collection for St. George's church, Hulme ; Manchester, 1832. Verses 2 and 3 

are from later hymnals. 

OPIRIT of God, whose sacred fire 

Wisdom and power and love conveys, 
Thy Grace impart, our souls inspire 
With holy hope and fervent praise. 






458 ENGLISH HYMNS OF k^th CENTURY. 

Thee we adore, Spirit divine, 

Proceeding from the eternal Throne, 

Whose gifts mysterious all combine 
To glorify our Lord alone. 

O Thou who hast Thine unction poured 
In rich abundance o'er the head 

Of each ordained to speak Thy Word, 
On us that quickening influence shed. 

With beams of heavenly light sent down, 
Dispel the darkness of our mind : 

Give us that peace which they alone, 
Who love the Saviour, surely find. 

Thy living temples may we be, 

Cleansed by Thy hallowing presence, Lord : 
Abide in us, and we in Thee, 

Supremely loved, obeyed, adored : 

Our sins effaced by Jesus' Blood, 
Our spirits sanctified by Grace : 

Then raise us up to meet our God, 
And see the Saviour face to face. 




WHIT-SUNDAY. 

From a Collection by R. Frost of Salford, 1S32-1842. , 

/^NCE more the Christian Pentecost we hail : 
^^ May love divine in every soul prevail. 
And youth and age their hearts and voices raise, 
To sing redeeming Love in hymns of praise. 






HOLY SPIRIT, FOUNT OF BLESSING. 459 

Come, Holy Comforter ! our tongues unloose, 
And grateful incense from our hearts produce ; 
Still, still may holiness with years increase. 
And our last days be crowned with joy and peace. 

From sin and endless woe may all be freed. 
Eternal Spirit ! in this hour of need. 
Descend, and bring to every longing breast 
The pledge and earnest of eternal Rest. 

By every nation, people, kindred, tongue, 
May Jesus' glorious fame be ceaseless sung ; 
And righteousness and peace salute and reign, 
Till man's chief foes, both sin and death, are shun. 

O Saviour ! may we always feel Thee near. 
To fill our hearts with love and holy fear ; 
May naught from Thee our faithful souls divide. 
Nor life, nor death, nor aught on earth beside. 




-o-Oj@;oo- 



THOMAS JAMES JUDKIN. 

" Minister of Somers' Town Chapel, St. Pancras " : author of Church and Home 
Psalmody^ 1S31 : a work dedicated to. the Bishop of Salisbury. 

2 Corinthians iii. 17. 

TTOLY Spirit, Fount of blessing. 

Ever watchful, ever kind ; 
Thy celestial aid possessing. 
Prisoned souls deliverance find. 






460 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \^th CENTURY. 

Seal of Truth and Bond of Union, 
Source of Light and Flame of Love, 

Symbol of divine communion 
In the olive-bearing dove ! 

Heavenly Guide from paths of error, 

Comforter to minds distrest, 
When the billows fill with terror 

Pointing to an Ai*k of rest : 
Promised Pledge, eternal Spirit, 

Greater than all gifts below ; 
May our hearts Thy Grace inherit, 

May our lips Thy glories show. 




LORD'S DAY MORNING. 

Rev. i. 10. 

r\ HOLY Spirit, who didst shed 
^^ Thy heavenly beams on Jesu's head, 
When stooping low, He meekly stood 
To be baptized in Jordan's flood ! 

O'er us Thy dove-like wings extend. 
To us Thy promised succor lend, 
That so this Sabbath-morn may prove 
A time for knowledge, peace, and love. 

Without Thy light no power have we 
The glories of Thy Word to see ; 
Without Thy proffered strength, in vain 
We strive to break our bondage-chain. 






ETERNAL SPIRIT, LORD OF LIGHT. 461 

Thriceblessed Spirit ! hither come 
And make our willing hearts Thy home : 
Thy wisdom, Grace, and might be given, 
To bless on earth, and lead to Heaven. 




-o-oJS>=Joo- 



WILLIAM WINSTANLEY HULL. 

He edited, in 1S33, A Churchman' s Hymns, many of them being originals, and 
presumably his own. 

OPIRIT of Mercy, dwell 
^^ With us Thy servants here, 
And let each bosom deeply swell 
With love and holy fear. 

Ours be the fear that heeds 
A Saviour's warning tone : 
Ours be the love that ever speeds 
A Father's will to own. 

Bear witness with each heart. 
Spirit of Holiness, 
That we would be Thine own : impart 
To us pardon and peace. 

oojag<oo 



MRS. ELIZA JONES FALLOW. 

Author of Poetical Remains, 1833. This and eight others by her were reprinted 
in Dr. Leifchild's Original Hymns, 1842. 

. PTERNAL Spirit, Lord of Light, 

-*-^ Throned in the Heaven of Heavens above, 
Descend in Thy renewing might, 
Come in the glory of Thy Love. 






462 ENGLISH HYMNS OF 1()TH CENTURY. 

Here in this dark disordered heart 
Be Thy creative power displayed ; 

Thy own vmdying Life impart 
To Nature's energies decayed. 

For Thou canst bid the dead arise ; 

And strong in all Thy strength divine, 
Armed with celestial energies, 

O what a glorious life were mine ! 

How would high thoughts in boldest flight 
From their inglorious bondage break, 

The soul's deep music of delight 
At Thy harmonious touch awake ! 

Spirit of Life, in Love descend ! 

My dying spirit asks for Thee : 
Breathe Thou the Life that cannot end ; 

Begin my immortality. 





MRS. TONNA, 1 790-1 846. 

Known as "Charlotte Elizabeth" : daughter of the Rev. Michael Browne 
of Norwich. This piece was written in 1834, and appeared in lier Posthumous and 
other Poems, 1847. 

PRAYER FOR A MINISTER. 

OPIRIT of Grace, of Truth and Power, 
^^ Be near in this auspicious hour ; 
Thy Pentecostal unction shed, 
Almighty ! on Thy servant's head. 





GRACIOUS SPIRIT, SOURCE OF BLISS. ^6- 

For him Thy boundless gifts I claim, 

The heart of zeal, the tongue of flame : 

To him the wisdom give and love 

That blend the serpent with the dove : 

O bring Thy rich endowments near, 

Of counsel, might, and holy fear. 

Spirit of Fire, pervade, enfold. 

Consume the dross, refine the gold ; 

Spirit of Healing, sweetly rest 

On every wound that scars his breast. 

Spirit of Life and Light, display 

Salvation's full and finished day, 

That his own gladdened soul may share 

The gospel-wealth his lips declare. 

Beyond my prayer, beyond my thought, 

O be the abundant blessing wrou<j;-ht ! 

In him, a chosen vessel, place 

The treasure of Thy boundless Grace ; 

Yea, with Thyself his spirit fill : 

There reign, and work Thy sovereign will. 




-oOiSiO-o- 



S. C. E. NEVILLE. 

Author of Sunday Evening Recreation, 1836. I take these from W. C. Wilson's 
Book 0/ Gctieral Psalmody, 183S. 

/GRACIOUS Spirit, Source of bliss ! 
^-^ Mercy is my only plea ; 
All I want is simply this, 

More of fellowship with Thee. 






464 ENGLISH HYMNS OF igxH CENTURY. 



Lord, illuminate my soul, 

Shed the Light of Life within : 

Exercise a sweet control. 

Free me from the power of sin. 

Rid me from the grasp of sense, 
Fruitful source of all iny grief: 

Let Thy sacred influence 
Triumph over unbelief. 

Open Christ's eternal Love 

In its depth and breadth and height ; 
Raise this grovelling soul above, 

Wino- it to the world of lio-ht. 

Consecrate me for Thine own ; 

In this body deign to dwell ; 
On m}' heart erect Thy throne, 

Crush the thought that would rebel. 




AT PUBLIC WORSHIP. 

TTOLY Ghost, Thy power impart 
-^ To the souls assembled here : 

Give the understanding heart ; 
Lord, bestow the hearing ear. 

Be a Tongue to him who speaks, 
Speaks for Jesus Christ alone : 

Be a Guide to him who seeks 
Grace and mercy at the Throne. 






O BREATHE UPON THIS LANGUID FRAME. 465 

Deepen, Lord, the sense of sin, 

Fill us with a holy zeal : 
Crush each deadly foe within ; 

On our hearts the promise seal. 

Lord of Life, we look to Thee, 

Great in wisdom, might, and love : 

Let Thy presence set us free ; 
Grant Thy teaching, Holy Dove. 




-oo>S>4o"^ 



JOSIAH CONDER, 1 789-1855. 

A voluminous author both in prose and verse, and an excellent man. In 1836 he 
edited the first official Congregatiojial Hymti-Book, inserting in it 56 hymns of his 
own, among them this. 

Matthew iii. 11. 

/~\ BREATHE upon this languid frame, 
^^ Spirit of heavenly might ! 
Baptize me with the vital flame 
Of purity and light. 

Descend like Heaven's self-kindled fire 

On my heart's sacrifice. 
Till self in flames of love expire, 

In clouds of incense rise. 

Spring up within this flinty heart. 

Well-spring of Life divine ! 

Health to my feeble pulse impart ; 

Light out of darkness shine. 
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466 ENGLISH HYMNS OF ic^rn CENTURY. 

O Light and Power ! O Life and Love ! 

Of every good the Source ! 
Send me sweet succor from above, 

To speed me on my course. 

Instruct me, rule me, guide my feet, 
My every thought control. 

My Teacher, Patron, Paraclete ! 
Possess and guard my soul. 

Spirit of Christ, sent forth from Him, 

Yet uncreate, divine ! 
Thine are the songs of seraphim ; 

All human praise be Thine. 

oOjjgtJOo 




CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT. 



Formerly of Torquay, now of Brighton. Our first and second selections are 
pleasantly characteristic of this author and her chief occupations. 



INVOCATION. 

From Hotirs of Sorrow, 1836. 

"13 LESSED Spirit ! Thou. who deignest 
■^^ In each bosom where Thou reiijnest 

Heavenly thoughts to inspire : 
Now, Thy gracious influence lending. 
With m}^ strain its virtue blending. 

Wake my simple lyre ! 






FOR THE SICK. 



467 




Let it breathe some hallowed numbers, 
Ere in death the minstrel slumbers 

Who implores Thy skill : 
Let it soothe some ear that listens, 
Let it dry some tear that gHstens, 

Ere my heart be still ! 

There are bosoms wrung with anguish. 
Mourners who in silence languish, 

Hidden wounds that bleed. 
Heavenly Comforter of sorrow ! 
Balm for these if I might borrow, 

I were blest indeed. 



FOR THE SICK. 

The closing piece of the last edition (1854) of The Invalid'' s Hymn-Book^ which 
Miss Elliott edited It is there headed, " To the Holy Spirit." 



f~^ OD of peace and consolation ! 

^-"^ Human sufferings claim Thy care 

Now, in Thy divine compassion, 

Grant Thy feeble suppliant's prayer : 
Through these simple strains impart 
Light and peace to many a heart. 

In those hours of sickness lonely. 
When the body finds no rest. 

And the soul by Thee, Thee only, 
Can be healed, renewed, and blest. 

Fill these lines with heavenly power ! 

Cheer by them each suffering hour. 






468 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i^th CENTURY. 

Let each page, Thy Truth containing, 
Shine illumined with Thy light : 

With free Grace and Love constraining 
Make the darkened spirit bright ; 

And as earth's fair visions fade, 

Let Heaven's glories be displayed. 




THE REMEMBRANCER. 

John xiv. 18. 
From The hivalid's Hyniti-Book, Second Edition, 1841. 

TTOLY Comforter ! Who guidest 

-^ Those who seek Thine aid divine, 

Who in contrite hearts abidest, 

Now amidst my darkness shine ! 
Though around me waves are swelling 

And the storms of life increase, 
If my heart be made Thy dwelling, 

I shall still be kept in peace. 

'Tis Thine office, blessed Spirit, 

Christ's Remembrancer to be : 
Though such Grace I cannot merit, 

Now recall His words to me. 
Though with grief my heart seems broken. 

Though the waves go o'er my soul, 
Every word by Jesus spoken 

Makes the wounded spirit whole. 






TO THE COMFORTER. 469 

God of peace and consolation ! 

Pour this balm upon my mind ; 
In my Saviour's Cross and Passion 

Strength and healing let me find. 
Is the outward man decaying? 

Be the inward man renewed : 
Now, Thy power and Love displaying, 

Cheer my mournful solitude. 

Take the things to Christ belonging. 

Manifest His Love to me ; 
Check these thoughts of anguish, thronging 

This poor heart, resigned to Thee. 
Show me life nor death can sever 

From my soul that heavenly Friend ; 
Tell me He is mine for ever 

And will love me to the end. 




-oO>gJ<C>o— 



BISHOP RICHARD MANX, 1 776-1 848. 

Bishop of Killaloe, 1S20 ; of Down and Connor, 1823; and of Dromore, 1S42: 
a voluminous writer in prose and verse. Of liis volume of Ancient Hynins^ 1S37, 
despite the title, nearly one half consists of Orightal Hymns, principally of Com- 
tnemorcition and Thanksgiving for Chrisfs Holy Ordinances : in interest and im- 
portance they are tar above his translations. His learning, devoutness, and scru- 
pulous accuracy of mind leave nothing to be desired in his hymns but lyrical fire; 
and the few in which this is found in sufficient degree are of great value. 



HYMN TO THE COMFORTER FOR FAITH, HOPE, 

AND CHARITY. 

" /^OME, Holy Ghost, my soul inspire ! " 
^-^ Spirit of the Almighty Sire, 



Spirit of the Son Divine, 
Comforter, Thy gifts be mine ! 






470 EXGLISH HVJ/A'S OF igr// CENTURY 



Hoh' Spirit, in my breast 
Grant that lively Faith may rest, 
And subdue each rebel thought 
To believe what Thou hast tauo-ht. 

When around my sinking- soul 
Gathering waves of sorrow roll, 
Spirit blest, the tempest still. 
And with Hope mv bosom fill. 

Holy Spirit, from my mind 
Thought, and wish, and will unkind, 
Deed and word unkind remove, 
And mv bosom fill with Love. 

Faith, and Hope, and Charity, 
Comforter, descend from Thee. 
"Thou the anointing Spirit art;" 
These Thy gifts to us impart : 

Till our Faith be lost in sight, 
Hope be swallowed in delight, 
And Love return to dwell with Thee 
In the Threefold Deitv. 




-ao'^Qifio- 




JAMES EDMESTON, 1791-1S67. 

An architect, and churchwarden of St. Barnabas, Homerton : author of several 
vohimes of sacred verse. These two are taken from Collections, and I cannot answer 
for the text. 

SUNDAY MORNING. 

T TEAVENLY Spirit ! may each heart 

Through these sacred hours be Thine : 
May we from the world depart, 
Breathing after things divine. 





A NEW SPIRIT. 471 

Lead us forth with joy and peace 

To Thy temple, in Thy ways ; 
And when this sweet day shall cease, 

May its sun go down with praise. 

May Thy ministers declare 

A.11 Thy Word of Truth with power, 
Till the sinner bend in prayer, 

Conquered in that mighty hour. 

So may we who worship here 

Profit by Thy Word to-day ; 
And more love and peace and fear 

Carry from Thy house away. 




A NEW SPIRIT. 

From the Leeds Stmday School Hynui-Book, 1862. 

ILXOLY Spirit, come renew me, 
■^ -*- Make me holy, make me just : 
I am evil ; O subdue me 

To His yoke, in Whom I trust I 

I would have new thought and feeling, 
New desire and new delight : 

Grant, O grant me the revealing 

Made by Thine own heavenly light ! 

Make me love my God ; and serving 
Him supremely day by day, 

Without wandering, without swerving, 
May I tread the heavenly way ! 






47.2 ENGLISH HYMNS OF k^th CENTURY. 



ANONYMOUS, 1S37-8. 

From lyze Comprehe?isive Hymn-Book, 1S37, by John Campbell, D.D., 
editor ot the British Banner. In this, says Mr. Sedgwiclc, " he gave many for the 
first time from Alatthew Wilks' MSS."' 

OPIRIT of Life, go forth ! 
^^ Let Thy great Word proceed, 
Dispensed by whom Thou wilt, to wake 
The spiritually dead. 
Send forth to prophesy 
Thy chosen messenger ; 
And Thou the Word of Life apply, 
Constrain the world to hear ! 

Lord, while at Thy command 
Thy servants prophecy, 
O let it spread through every land 
That Thou in Christ art nigh ! 
The dead professors shake, 

And with Thy quickening Breath 
Make Thou their lifeless souls to wake 
Out of the sleep of death ! 




O HOLY SPIRIT, COME! 

From the same. Supposed to be by William Allen, 1835. 

/"^ HOLY Spirit, come 
^^ With energy divine ! 
On Nature's deep and cheerless gloom 
In Truth's bright splendor shine ! 






THE SPIRITS WITNESS. 



473 




Come, Holy Spirit, now, 
Sent from Messiah's throne ! 
Let penitential thoughts outflow 
From smitten hearts of stone. 

O Holy Spirit, come, 

And speak with mercy's voice : 
O come and make each heart Thy home ; 
Let every soul rejoice. 



THE SPIRIT'S WITNESS. 



Romans viii. i6. 



This and the next two are from William Carns Wilson's Book of General 
Psalmody^ 1S3S: containing 1031 hymns, and probably the largest hymnal prepared 
for use in the English Church up to that time. 



OPIRIT of Truth and Holiness, 
^^ Whose comforts never fail. 
Earnest of everlasting bliss, 

Thee, Holy Ghost, we hail ! 
The Comforter on saints bestowed, 
The Witness of our peace with God. 

Children of light and holiness 

We "Abba Father" cry, 
In Jesu's Blood and Righteousness 

To God by Thee brought nigh : 
Of His adopting Love the Seal, 
And faithful Teacher of His Will. 






474 ENGLISH HYMNS OF k^th CENTURY. 




The livino' fruits of holiness 
And love by Thee we show ; 

Thus heirs of everlasting bliss 
Ourselves we prove below. 

This witness in our hearts we join, 

O blessed Comforter, with Thine. 

Spirit of Grace and Holiness, 
Still give us light and joy ; 

Fill us with love, keep us in peace, 
Safe for the world on high : 

Of Jesu's faithful Love the Seal, 

And Teacher of His holy Will. 



THE SPIRIT'S HELP. 

Romans viii. 26. 

OPIRIT of Power ! to Thee I cry : 
*^ Look on my soul's infirmit}'- ; 
And teach me even my utmost need. 
That I may seek Thy help indeed. 

Spirit of Love ! I ask Thine aid. 
That all my sins, before me laid. 
May but through Thee to Jesus guide, 
To shelter in His pierced side. 

Spirit of Truth ! O teach my mind 
To turn from subtleties refined ; 
And seize the faith that makes us free 
In all its meek simplicity. 






FOR AN OUTPOURING. 475 

Spirit of Holiness ! consecrate 

My will, my heart anew create, 

Till all its prime affections tend 

To Thee, their Author and their End. 

Spirit of Faith ! O give me wings 
To soar above terrestrial things, 
And zeal, to fix my ardent eyes 
Upon the bright eternal prize. 

Spirit of Joy ! O lead me on 
Through life, and even to Thy throne, 
Where I for ever may abide, 
In Jesus' likeness satisfied ! 




FOR AN OUTPOURING. 

Isaiah xxxii. 15. 

"OREATHE, Holy Spirit, from above, 
-■-^ Until our hearts with fervor glow : 
O kindle there a Saviour's love, 
True sympathy with human woe. 

Bid our conflicting passions cease, 

And terror from each conscience flee ; 

O speak to every bosom peace. 

Unknown to all who know not Thee. 

Give us to taste of heavenly joy, 

While here we celebrate Thy praise ; 

Guide us to wealth without alloy ; 
Our hopes to cloudless glory raise. 






47^ ENGLISH HYMNS OF igTH CENTURY. 




Extend Thy power to every place 

Where Christ is named, but not adored ; 

And teach each church, through sovereign 
Grace, 
Once more to seek and serve the Lord. 

Pour forth Thy light on heathen lands 
Which under Satan's thraldom groan : 

Turn them from idols made with hands 
To bow before Immanuel's throne. 



-oo>S>=Jo<j- 



DIANA A. THRUPP, 1840. 

From E. H. Bickersteth's Psalms and Hymns, 185S. 



FOR A CHILD. 

/^^OME, Holy Spirit, come ; 
^-^ O hear an infant's prayer ! 
Stoop down and make my heart Thy home, 
And shed Thy blessing there. 

Thy Light, Thy Love impart. 
And let it ever be 
A holy, humble, happy heart, 
A dwelling-place for Thee. 

Let Thy rich Grace increase 
Through all my early days 
The fruits of righteousness and peace 
To Thine eternal praise. 






FOR EMBER WEEK, 



477 




HENRY O'NEILE. 



From The Church of England Magazine, 1840. 



FOR EMBER WEEK. 

OPIRIT divine ! from Whom 

*^ All heavenly gifts do come, 
Thy suppliant Church now lowl}'^ turns to Thee. 

Her chosen servants bless, 

Fountain of holiness ! 
With wisdom, light, and inward purity. 

Give them discerning grace 

To fill Thy sacred place 
With priests and pastors for the Saviour meet, 

Who scorn each selfish end, 

Willing themselves to spend. 
And seek His scattered flock with patient feet. 

Spirit of fire ! impart 

Zeal to the waiting heart. 
And clothe the glowing tongue with words divine ; 

Like to gold, fine and tried, 

Moulded and purified. 
Do Thou from earthly dross their thoughts refine. 

Spirit of Love ! control 

The motions of each soul, 
And on this hour Thy dove-like influence shed : 

So may their fervor be 

Tempered by charity, 
And with the Truth, peace and good-will be spread. 






478 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \^th CENTURY. 




Spirit of comfort ! pour 

Thy healing unction o'er 
The troubled Church, and all her discord still ; 

For one harmonious end 

Her varied powers blend, 
And with Thyself her peaceful precincts fill ! 



-o-o>ig><ao- 



ANONYMOUS. "J. C. H." 

From The Church of England Magazine. October, 1842. 

/"~~^RACIOUS, free, and sovereign Spirit, 
^-^ With Thy presence visit me ; 
All my plea and all my merit 

Is in Him who promised Thee. 

Reign within, and then those sorrows 
Which oppress this sinking heart — 

Then these clouds, now big with horrors, — 
At Thy beaming shall depart. 

When to dust my soul is cleaving, 

Quicken me, Thou Lord of Life ; 

When this breast 'gainst sin is heaving, 
Aid me in the mortal strife. 




All Thy graces, gentle Teacher, 

Patience, hope, humility, 
Love, peace, joy, — Thy every feature, 

Mighty Spirit, stamp on me ! 





FOUNTAIN OF LIFE. 479 

These Thy fruits, and not m}^ merit, 

Shall approve me in that Day 
When Thou bidst Thy saints inherit 

Through "the Life, the Truth, the Way." 




-o-oj^oo — 



WILLIAM PRESCOT SPARKS. 

From The Church of Ejtgland Magazine, November, 1842. 

■pOUNTAIN of Life, most pure, most bright ! 

Sun of the soul, the spirit's Light ! 
Great Source of joy, and End of rest, 
For ever blessing, ever blest ! 

As the young dayspring's glorious birth 
Calls into life rejoicing earth, 
And with new beauty, love, and power. 
Robes field and stream and tree and flower : 

As the high noon's unbroken blaze. 
Deep-searching with resistless rays, 
From frost-bound caves and darksome springs 
Wakes rainbow hues and radiant thinsfs : 



&' 



As cooling dews, like gentle sleep 
On hearts that bleed and eyes that weep 
In the sweet hour of evening's calm. 
On feverish earth shed heavenly balm : 

Shine on our souls, in mercy shine, 
Thou living Beam, Thou Fire divine ! 
Bid sin's distracting turmoil cease. 
Thou Comforter, Thou God of peace ! 







480 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \^th CENTURY. 

Lamp of the Church, the polar Star 
That o'er the dark world gleams afar, 
Gilding the Truth's immortal page 
Held by her hand from age to age : 

In days of old how wondrously 
Men drew from Thee the rich supply 
Of grace and strength, that led them on 
Through flood and flame to victory won ! 

Travelling on time's dark borders, we 
Our light alone derive from Thee : 
The same as in the days gone by 
Thou art, unseen, yet ever nigh. 

The suffering Church is still Thy care ; 
Thou art her Guide, her hope, her prayer. 
Arm of the Lord ! put forth Thy might 
To shield her in the heathen's sight. 

A sevenfold strength she needs, to stand, 
Obedient to her Lord's command. 
The Truth's firm champion, undismayed, 
Against a world in arms arrayed. 

Her lot is cast in evil daj^s 
Of blasphemy, and crooked ways, 
Where open force meets latent guile, 
The scorner's threat, the traitor's smile. 

A waveless faith, a judgment clear, 
A tempered zeal, a holy fear, 
She asks : O God of Grace, do Thou 
Grant to her prayer Thy fulness now ! 






HOLY SPIRIT, MYSTIC DOVE. 481 

Armed with Thy quick and two-edged sword — 
The undefiled, heart-piercing Word, — 
Along the path her fathers trod 
Lead lier to glory and to God : 

That path, where flowers of beauty spring 
From blood of martyrs' suffering, 
Opened by Him who died to save. 
And rose victorious from the grave. 

Spirit of Life ! we pray, we pray, » 

As on Thine old, Thy glorious day, 
When Thou wert found the saints amoncr, 
With rushing wind and fiery tongue. 

Descend, Almighty, from above 
On beams of light, on wings of Love ; 
Abide, the Church's hallowed Guest, 
Her weal Thy care, her ark Thy rest ; 

Till o'er the earth, from pole to pole, 
The Truth's full ocean broadly roll, 
And every soul a temple be, 
Meet, holy Lord, for Heaven and Thee ! 

0-oJ:€^OO 





JOSEPH JONES. 

Of Bower Hill, Repton: author of some "theological pubUcations," 1840-53, 
and of Sacred Rhymes, 1842. 

T TOLY Spirit, mystic Dove, 

Giver Thou of light and love ! 
Come in mercy and in might, 
Scatter far the shades of niijht. 
31 





482 ENGLISH HYMNS OF k^th CENTURY. 

We are feeble, slumbering, dead ; 
But reviving influence shed ; 
Grace, the blest celestial dew, 
Might, creating all things new. 

Melt and purify the heart ; 
Health and strength and peace impart. 
Fill our souls with faith and love, 
With blest hope of joys above. 
Every lofty thought expel ; 
Dwell within us, ever dwell : 
Be Thy temple every breast, 
Cleansed, and made Thy place of rest. 

While this misty vale we tread, 
By Thy power ma}'' we be led : 
Daily give us victory here 
Over foes and over fear. 
Daily guide us, rule and bless ; 
Daily cheer us in distress : 
Give us life and give us peace, 
Holy joys that shall not cease. 

Holy Spirit, mystic Dove, 
Fill our souls with fervent love : 
Teacher, Purifier, Friend ! 
On Thy goodness we depend. 
Pour upon us brighter light. 
More of life and more of might; 
All we need till life is o'er, 
Till with angels we adore. 







SPIRIT OF TRUTH, MY MIND ILLUME. 483 




ANOTHER. 

OPIRIT of Truth ! my mind illume ; 
^~~^ Dispel the clouds of mental gloom, 
And bid the beams of Light divine 
On my glad soul with splendor shine. 

Spirit of Grace ! my heart renew ; 
Its hardness and its pride subdue : 
Be Thou to me refiner's Fire, 
And fill my soul with blest desire. 

Spirit of Might ! all power is Thine ; 
The weakness of a reed is mine : 
But in Thy strength may I prevail. 
Nor in the days of trial fail. 

Spirit of Comfort ! in distress 
My soul with peace and patience bless : 
In days of gloom and hours of pain 
My fluttering, trembling heart sustain. 

Spirit of Goodness, mystic Dove ! 
Fill me with faith and hope and love : 
Christ to my inmost soul reveal. 
And fix upon my heart Thy seal. 

As pass the hours of life away, 
Thy gifts, Thyself to me convey ; 
That I may now Thy temple be, 
Emptied of self, and full of Thee. 






484 ENGLISH HYMNS OF igTH CENTURY. 



HENRY ALFORD, D.D., 1810-1871. 

vicar of Wymeswold, 1S35-1853: in 1857 Dean of Canterbury. From his Collec- 
tion oi Psalms and Hymns., 1S44. 

O AVIOUR, Thy Father's Promise send : 
^^ Spirit of hoKness, descend : 
Lo, we are waiting for Thee, Lord, 
All in one place with one accord. 

Come and convince us all of sin, 
Lighting Thy lamp our hearts within : 
Thy temples, but alas, how slow 
Thy presence and Thy voice to know. 

Convince us all of Righteousness : 
By that great Work Thy people bless, 
Which our High Priest hath wrought alone, 
And carried to His Father's throne. 

Of judgment. Lord, convince us too : 
Teach us in Christ all things to view : 
O make us pure, with lightened eyes, 
Harmless as doves, as serpents wise. 




NATHANIEL MEERES. 

Curate of Cradley, Worcestershire, and author of Original Psalms atid Hytnns, 1845. 

OPIRIT of Life and Light, descend, 
*^ While we bow before Thy face : 
On Thee alone we can depend ; 

Grant us, Lord, Thy quickening Grace : 






FOR A BLESSING ON PREACHING. 

Waft our praises 
To Thy blessed throne on high. 

Disperse the clouds of nature's night : 
Shine upon our dark abode : 

Reveal Thy blest celestial light 
As we journey on the road : 

Make us watchful 
For the coming of our Lord. 

When we descend the vale of death, 
Lift our hopes be3'ond the skies ; 

Thus, when we yield our dying breath. 
May our souls to glory rise, 

And with anorels 
Tune our harps to sound Thy praise. 




-aOigtfOo- 



JOHN LEIFCHILD, D.D. 

From his Original Hymns by Various A-nthors, 1843. 

FOR A BLESSING ON PREACHING. 

"rpTERNAL, Holy Spirit, bend 
"^^ To us in mercy down ; 
O hear Thy suppliants, and descend 
Our humble work to crown. 

No more we wait the rushing wind 
That marked Thy viewless wing ; 

Breathe softly o'er each willing mind 
As earliest breath of spring. 






486 ENGLISH HYMNS OF igrn CENTURY. 




The seed by us in winter sown — 

The winter of the heart — 
Shall soon by holy fruits be known, 

If Thou Thine aid impart. 

No more we ask the cloven flame 

To shed a glory round ; 
Be but the savor of Thy Name 

On us like unction found. 

What though in plain unvarying speech 
The wanderers home we call? 

'Tis ours with childlike art to teach, 
But Thine to perfect all. 

Yea, uninstructed lips may wake 
The guilty slumbering soul, 

If Thou from Heaven's high altar take 
For them the living coal. 

What though no more our potent word 

The demon may expel: 
Even now, where'er in faith 'tis heard, 

No rebel sin can dwell. 



Do Thou, with fructifying shower. 

Complete what we begin ; 
We plant, then pray Thine heavenly power 

To ripen all within. 






BLEST SPIRIT, FROM THE ETERNAL SIRE. 487 



WILLIAM MACLARDIE BUNTING, 1S05-1S66. 

An eminent Wesleyan minister. Thirty-five of his hymns appeared in Dr. Leif- 
chiM's Collection, 1842. 

T3 LEST Spirit, from the Eternal Sire 
-^ And Son proceeding, promised, sent ! 
'Tis Tiiine the first good thought to inspire ; 

By Thee the obdurate repent, 
The penitent by Thee beheve. 
The saints Thy holiness receive. 

Thy Deity the saints adore. 

Thy offices of mercy bless. 
Thy help in utmost need implore, 

Thy all-sufficiency confess ; 
Without Thee, wretched, poor, and blind, 
Wealth, wisdom, joy, in Thee they find. 

If e'er to forms of truth I gave 

The homage due, great Lord, to Thee, 

E'er deemed the Cross could, spell-like, save, 
While yet Thou dwelledst not in me ; 

Reprove my folly, but forgive. 

And make me understand and live. 

Thou gavest the Word, and must apply ; 

Thou knowest the Son, and must make 
known ; 
In vain He died and rose on high, 

And stoops beseeching from His throne, 
Till Thou this alien. heart prepare. 
And grain for Christ an entrance there. 







488 ENGLISH HYMNS OF k^th CENTURY. 




O could I always know Thee near, 
Midst means and ministries of Grace, 

Thy footstep in my closet hear, 
Thy finger on my Bible trace ! 

My God, here find, here grant Thy rest, 

Pleased Inmate of my peaceful breast ! 

Nor me alone instruct, rejoice : 

All souls are Thine ; teach, comfort all ! 
Let each soon recognize Thy voice 

In every evangelic call ; 
Each feel Thy halcyon-rest within, 
Calming the storms of dread and sin. 

Thus searching the deep things of God, 
And witnessing His mind to us. 

Where'er Peace dwells or Truth hath trod, 
Reveal Thy own true Person thus ! 

And with all Majesty divine. 

All praise, blest Spirit, shall be Thine. 



-O0j:<&^00- 



ISAAC WILLIAMS, B.D., 1803-1865. 

" Rector of Bisley from 1S42 to 1845 : a voluminous author both in verse and prose. 
Several of his translations from the Latin have appeared in preceding pages. The 
three following pieces are from his Hymns on the Catechism., 1843. 



I BELIEVE IN THE HOLY GHOST. 

r\ HOLY Ghost, Who didst descend 
/^ At hallowed Whitsuntide, 
With us, until the world shall end, 
And with Thy Church abide ! 






O HOLY GHOST, WHO DIDST DESCEND. 489 



Thou earnest like the wind, with rushing mighty 

sound, 
And fiery tongues were seen to burn on all around. 

Even like the wind Thou earnest down, 

With footsteps allunseen; 
For onl}^ by the fruit 'tis known 
Where'er Thy Grace hath been : 
Thy power to cheer and cleanse is seen in awful 

flame ; 
The tongues set forth Thy will the Gospel to pro- 
claim. 

O Holy Ghost, great God from Heaven ! 

I tremble at Thy name ; 
For he shall never be forgiven 
Who sins against the same. 
And when Thou camest down, and they Thy power 

belied. 
Then Ananias false and false Sapphira died. 

Thou dwellest with Thy Church below, 

An unseen present God ; 
And in all Christian souls, we know. 
Thy holy feet have trod. 
O Giver of all light, O Giver of all love ! 
Fit us to dwell with Thee in Thine own House 
above. 







490 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i^th CENTURY. 



THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS. 

r~\ HOLY Ghost, Thou God of peace, 
^■^^ Pity Thy Church now rent in twain 
Let these dissents and schisms cease, 
And let us all be one again : 

One with our brethren here in love, 
And one with saints that are at rest, 

And one with angel-hosts above, 
And one with God for ever blest. 

O make on earth all churches one, 
All one with churches gone before ; 

All knit in sweet communion, 

To love Thee, v^orship, and adore. 

For love is life, and life is love, 

And Thou Thyself art Love and Life ; 

And we in Thee shall live and move, 
If Thou wilt keep us free from strife. 




THE BAPTISM OF THE HOLY GHOST 



/^LORY, Holy Ghost, to Thee, 

^''^ Who the saints from sin dost free, 

And hast washed and hallowed me. 

Thou didst come down like a Dove, 
Opening erst the heavens above 
On the Son of God's dear Love : 






THOU WHO CAM EST FROM ABOVE. 49I 

So Thou, at our Baptism given, 
Callest us to homes in Heaven ; 
Children, and of God forgiven. 

O keep us, blessed Trinity, 

In substance One, in Person Three ; 

For we are all baptized in Thee. 




-o-ojagt^oo- 



JOHN MASON NEALE, D.D., 1S1S-1866 

Warden of Sackvillt college, East Grinstead, and one of the most remarkable 
men of our time ; eminent alike for ability, learning, energy, integrity, and devotion. 
" His life was divided between excessive literary toil and exhausting labors of piety 
and benevolence." His services to hymnody were invaluable, and, in our century at 
least, vmsurpassed. The following is from his chief untranslated work, Hyitins _foy 
Ckildreti, 1844. 

WHIT-SUNDAY. 



^ I ^HOU Who camest from above, 

Bringing light and shedding love, 
Teaching of Thy perfect way. 
Giving gifts to men to-day : 

Thou Who once didst change our state. 
Making us regenerate. 
Help us evermore to be 
Faithful subjects unto Thee. 

Where Thou art not, none can do 
What is holy, just, and true ; 
Those whose hearts Thy wisdom leads 
Think (jood thoughts and do fjood deeds. 







ENGLISH HYMNS OF i<^th CENTURY. 

We have often grieved Thee sore ; 
Never let us grieve Thee more. 
Thou the feeble canst protect, 
Thou the wandering canst direct. 

We are dark — be Thou our Light. 
We are blind — be Thou our Sight. 
Be our Comfort in distress ; 
Guide us through the wilderness. 

To the blessed Three in One, 
To the Father and the Son 
And the Holy Ghost, arise 
Praise from all below the skies. 

O0>lg<0-0 




ANONYMOUS, 1844. 

From the Cotnprekeiisive Edition of Rippon's Selection^ 1844. 

"DLEST Comforter, Balm of the mind, 
-^ Long have I Thy absence deplored ; 
Nor peace nor contentment can find. 
Till Thou to my soul art restored. 

With comfort I once passed the day, 
With comfort I laid me to rest ; 

But now Thou art fled far away, ': 
And sorrow oppresseth my breast. 

Return and revive me once more 
With joys that are pure and divine : 

Thy presence is what I implore : 
O grant it, and comfort is mine. 





O SPIRIT OF LOVE. 493 

But if Thou delay to impart 

The earnest and foretaste of Heaven ; 
In duty I '11 give Thee my heart, 

And wait till the blessing is given. 

And should it yet tarry awhile, 
Yea, till I'm resigning my breath, 

O step in and give me a smile, 
And let me find comfort in death. 

o-o>e<o-o 




BISHOP JOHN HARDING, D.D. 

Bishop of Bombay, 1S51. This is from Hy77tns for Church Sunday Schools, 1847. 

SPIRIT of Love, Who dwellest on high. 
Descend from above, and answer our cry. 
Thou ne'er hast denied us the blessings we crave ; 
Unerring to guide us, and mighty to save. 

All fallen and weak, polluted and blind, 
Thy comfort we seek. Thy light in the mind, 
Thy strength against evil. Thy succor within, 
To combat the devil and overcome sin. 

Though laden with guilt and covered with shame. 
Revive us Thou wilt with the Blood of the Lamb. 
Receiving His merit for peace to the soul. 
The broken in spirit are perfectly whole. 

Thou Comforter true to the children of Grace, 
Their love is Thy due, their worship and praise. 
To Thee with the Father, to Thee with the Son, 
Our homage we offer : The Godhead is One. 







494 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i^th CENTURY. 
JULIA C. GRIMANI. 

From her Sacred Lyrics, 1S49. 
I Corinthians iii. 16. 

OPIRIT, that dwellest where the stream 

^^ Of Hfe is ever flowing, 

Where round the Throne tlie rainbow's beam 

Its emerald light is throwing, 
Where bright and holy seraphim 

Are bending to adore Thee, 
And even their radiant forms seem dim 

To Thine eternal glory : 
Where all is fitted for Thy rest, 

And worthy even Thee, 
So beautiful it is, so 'blest, 

So calm in purity ! 

Yet not in Heaven's light alone 

Is fixed Thy glorious dwelling, 
As in Thy holy Book Thine own 

Celestial voice is telling. 
For Thou, O Spirit, deignest to seek 

A temple for Thy Name, 
An earthly temple, in the weak 

And sinful human frame : 
Not to consume upon that shrine 

The trembling light of earth. 
But to impart the Breath divine 

Which gave that light its birth. 






O HOLY GHOST, THE COMFORTER. 495 

If every voice that e'er has breathed 

Thy glory were confessing, 
If ever}^ dying sigh bequeathed 

To Tiiee an endless blessinsr ; 
If on each wave of Time's swift stream 

The Hght of love could glow, 
If the dark waters 'neath its beam 

Could praise Thee as they flow, 
Then, blendinof in the eternal Sea 

That laves the heavenly Shore, 
Bear with those sparkling waves to Thee 

Glory for evermore : 
That love, that glory, all would seem, 

If balanced with Thy Grace, 
A passing shade, a vanished dream, 

A cloud in boundless space. 

O take the faint, weak breath of praise 

Which Thou Thyself hast taught. 
And let me through eternal days 

Adore Thee as I ought. 
Yes, for that dear Redeemer's sake 

By Whom Thine aid is given, 
Abide with me through life, and make 

My soul Thine own in Heaven. 

MISS J. E. BROWNE. 

From The Dove on the Cross, and other Thoughts in Verse, 1S49. 

r\ HOLY Ghost, the Comforter, 
^^ How is Thy Love despised. 
While the heart longs for sympathy, 
And friends are idolized. 







49^ ENGLISH HYMNS OF k^th CENTURY. 

O Spirit of the living God, 

Brooding with dove-like wings 

Over the helpless and the weak 
Among created things : 

Where should our feebleness find strength, 

Our helplessness a stay, 
Didst Thou not bring us strength and help 

And comfort day by day? 

O Spirit of the living God, 

In Whom our spirits live, 
Who from the cradle to the grave 

Dost never cease to give 

Such sustenance and daily bread, 
Showered down in bounteous meed. 

Such streams of living water. 
As our fainting spirits need : 

Great are Thy consolations, Lord, 

And mighty is Thy power. 
In sickness and in solitude, 

In sorrow's darkest hour. 

O if the souls that now despise 

And grieve Thee, heavenly Dove, 

Would seek Thee and would welcome Thee, 
How would they prize Thy Love ! 







ETERNAL FORMER OF THE HOLY MIND. 497 



ROBERT MONTGOMERY. 



Author of Luther, Sataii^ and other epics, and of two less ambitious but perhaps 
inore attractive volumes, The Christian Life, 1S4S, and Lyra Christiana. 1851. 
From the latter, which is a volume of extracts from his other poems, these selections 
are taken. 



"PTERNAL Former of the holy mind, 

^-^ Vicar of Christ ! Who art to men redeemed 

Soul of their souls, and Light of light within, 

Vast in Thy sway, and viewless in Thy strength, 

How full, how free, unfathomed, undefined. 

Yet felt, art Thou, in purity and power I 

Thou o'er the chaos of the earth newborn 

Didst move, and print it with Thy plastic seal 

And inspiration. Beauty hence began ; 

Order, and shape, and symmetry arose; 

For Thou of all the Consummator art. 

In the green earth or garnished heaven displayed ; 

And Nature still is but Thine organ, moved 

Responsive to the impulse of Thy sway terrene. 

Her laws, and lineaments, and loveliness. 

Are but expressions of Thy shaping will. 

The outward index to Thine inward hand 

Creative : beauty is Thy vital power ; 

Grandeur and Grace Thine intimations are, 

And Second Causes form but stepping-stones 

O'er which Thou marchest to Thy works and ways. 



32 







49^ ENGLISH HYMNS OF i^th CENTURY. 



SINGLE VE R S E S 

Extracted from his Poems. 

/^^OME, Holy Spirit, mystic Dove, 
^^ Thine innocence from Heaven impart : 
Our hate transform to heavenly love. 
And build Thy temple in our heart. 




OPIRIT of Wisdom ! pure and perfect Light ! 
^^ Come from Thy region of celestial Grace ; 
Through the bad gloom of unbelieving night 
Dart the mild beams of Thy majestic face. 
By loving Thee, saints learn to grow divine. 
And as they live, resemble Thee and Thine. 



T^EEP Spirit of divinest calm, 

^-"^ Descend, and soothe unquiet hearts : 

Breathe o'er each ruffled mind the balm 

Thy perfect nobleness imparts : 
And then, O Lord, Thy saints will be 
Secure in heaven, and safe in Thee. 

• oOjjgtJO-o 



ANNE BRONTE, 1820-1849. 

The youngest of the three famous sisters, whose touching history is well known. 
Her few hymns were given by Charlotte Bronte in the biographical sketch of Ellis 
and Acto7i Bell, published in 1850. 

OPIRIT of Truth, be Thou my Guide ! 
, O clasp my hand in Thine, 

And let me never quit Thy side ; 
Thv comforts are divine. 






GREAT SPIRIT, LIKE A RUSHING WIND. 499 

Pride scorns Thee for Thy lowly mien, 

But who like Thee can rise 
Above this toilsome sordid scene, 

Beyond the holy skies? 

Weak is Thine eye and soft Thy voice 

But wondrous is Thy might 
To make the wretched soul rejoice, 

To give the simple light. 

And still to all that seek Thy way 

This magic power is given ; 
Even while their footsteps press the clay 

Their souls ascend to Heaven. 




BENJAMIN SAMUEL HOLLIS. 



Formerly minister of Islington Chapel. In 1849 he published The One Book of 
Psabns and Hymns. 



/^~^REAT Spirit, like a rushing wind, 
^-^ Diftuse abroad Thy Grace : 
Now let the careless sinner find 
That God is in this place. 

Assist the preacher to proclaim 
With living power Thy Word, 

The glories of His Saviours Name, 
The mercies of his God. 






500 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i^TH CENTURY. 

Sit on our heads like cloven tongues, 
Our grovelling spirits raise ; 

Devout and cheerful be the sonp^s 
That speak Thy lofty praise. 

Lord, we are dark ; be Thou our Light ! 

And cold ; be Thou our Fire. 
Lord, we are w^eak ; be Thou our Might! 

And dead ; Thy Life inspire ! 

Hear how our pleading voices cry, 
"Come, Holy Spirit, come ! 

Our drooping spirits vivify, 

And make our hearts Thy home." 




THE SPIRIT'S POWER AND LOVE. 

Tliis and the three following are from Mr. Hollis' Coliection, and are supposed 
to be his. The chorus is meant to follow each verse here. 

t^\ HOLY Ghost, we praise Thy Name, 
^^ With God the Father and the Word : 
All Thy perfections are the same. 

Co-equal, co-eternal Lord ! 
We sing, with all the heavenly host, 
The Godhead of the Holy Ghost. 

This wondrous world was wholly wrought 

To order by Thy potent Will, 
And all is with Thy goodness fraught, 

And every part proclaims Thy skill. 






jvejv creation. 501 

Through what mysterious events 

Our guilty souls to Christ were led ! 
Praise to Thy ruling Providence, 
That brought us from among the dead ! 

'Tis by Thy mighty Grace we stand, 

Nor are we ever safe alone ; 
And all who gain the Heavenly Land 

Thy love, and power, and keeping, own. 
We sing, with aP the heavenly host, 
The Godhead of the Holy Ghost. 




NEW CREATION. 

T TOLY Ghost, whose potent word 
-^ Earth's primeval chaos heard, 

Hurling back the shades of night, 
Turning darkness into light ; 
May a ruined creature's cry 
Importune Thy Majesty? 

All my restless pride subdue. 
All my shattered powers renew ; 
My disordered will control, 
New-create my wretched soul : 
By Thy life-inspiring Breath 
Scatter all these shades of death. 

Shall the earth all vocal be 
With the praise of Deity, 






502 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \^th CENTURY. 

And my soul a blank appear, 
Dumb and deaf and dead and drear? 
Light of Life I to Thee I pray ; 
Turn my darkness into day. 





THE SPIRIT OF ADOPTION. 

(In imitation of Charles Wesley.) 
Romans viii. 15, 

OPIRIT of God ! I cannot rest 

^^ Till with the glorious hope possest, 

The sense of sin forgiven : 
O let me not m}^ soul deceive, 
Without the inward witness live, 

The antepast of Heaven. 

Whate'er prevents assuring Grace, 
Whate'er beclouds Thy smiling face, 

Great Comforter ! remove : 
Now let my soul to God draw nigh, 
And freely Abba, leather cry, 

And prove redeeming Love.' 

This hallowed joy my strength shall be, 
T\\\s confident access to Thee, 

My Father reconciled : 
Thy Love shall purify my heart. 
Thy smiles fresh energy impart. 

To converse as Thy child. 





THE ETERNAL SPIRIT. 503 



FREDERIC WILLIAM FABER, D.D., 1815-1S63. 



He entered the Roman communion in 1S46, and in 1849 established the Brother- 
hood of the Oratory of St. Philip Neri. His Jesus and Mary, or Catholic Hymtts, 
appeared 1S49 (enlarged 1S52), and his collected Hy7n!is, 8vo, 1862. 



THE ETERNAL SPIRIT. 

1849 or 1852. 

"POUNTAIN of Love ! Thyself true God ! 
■^ Who through eternal days 
From Father and from Son hast flowed 
In uncreated ways ! 

O Majesty unspeakable ! 

O Person all divine ! 
How in the Threefold Majesty 

Doth Thy Procession shine ! 

Fixed in the Godhead's awful light 

Thy fiery Breath doth move ; 
Thou art a wonder by Thyself 

To worship and to love. 

Proceeding, yet of equal age 

With Those whose Love Thou art ; 

Proceeding, yet distinct, from Those 
From whom Thou seem'st to part : 

An undivided Nature, shared 

With Father and with Son ; 
A Person by Thyself; with Them 

Thy simple essence One ! 







504 ENGLISH HYMNS OF ic)TH CENTURY. 

Bond art Thou of the other Twain ! 

Omnipotent and free, 
The consummating Love of God, 

The Hmit of the Three ! 

Thou limitest Infinity, 

Thyself all infinite ; 
The Godhead lives and loves and rests 

In Thine eternal light. 

I dread Thee, Unbegotten Love ! 

True God ! Sole Fount of Grace ! 
And now before Thy blessed throne 

My sinful self abase. 

Ocean, wide-flowing Ocean Thou 

Of uncreated Love : 
I tremble as within my soul 

I feel Thy waters move. 

Thou art a Sea without a shore ; 

Awful, immense Thou art; 
A Sea which can contract itself 

Within my narrow heart. 

And yet Thou art a Haven too 

Out on the shoreless sea, 
A Harbor that can hold full well 

Shipwrecked humanity. 

Thou art an unborn Breath outbreathed 

On angels and on men, 
Subduing all things to Thyself, 

We know not how or when. 







HOLY GHOST, COME DOWN. 



505 




Thou art a God of fire, that doth 
Create while He consumes ; 

A God of light, whose rays on earth 
Darken where He illumes ! 

All things, dread Spirit ! to Thy praise 
Thy presence doth transmute ; 

Evil itself Thy glory bears, 
Its one abiding fruit. 

O Light, O Love, O very God ! 

I dare no longer gaze 
Upon Thy wondrous Attributes 

And their mysterious ways. 

O Spirit, beautiful and dread ! 

My heart is fit to break 
With love of Thy humility 

For us poor sinners' sake. 

Thy Love of Jesus I adore : 

My comfort this shall be. 
That when I serve my dearest Lord 

That service worships Thee ! 



HOLY GHOST, COME DOWN UPON THY 
CHILDREN. 

1854 or 1862. In the original the first verse is added as a refrain to every stanza. 

T TOLY Ghost, come down upon Thy children, 
■*- -^ Give us Grace, and make us Thine ; 
Thy tender fires within us kindle, 
Blessed Spirit ! Dove Divine ! 






5o6 ENGLISH HYMNS OF k^th CENTURY. 

For all within us good and holy 
Is from Thee, Thy precious gift ; 

In all our joys, in all our sorrows, 
Wistful hearts to Thee we lift. 

For Thou to us art more than father. 
More than sister in Thy Love, 

So gentle, patient, and forbearing. 
Holy Spirit ! heavenly Dove ! 

O we have grieved Thee, gracious Spirit ! 

Wayward, wanton, cold are we ; 
And still our sins, new every morning. 

Never yet have wearied Thee. 

Dear Paraclete ! how hast Thou waited 
While our hearts were slowly turned ! 

How often hath Thy Love been slighted, 
While for us it grieved and burned ! 

Now, if our hearts do not deceive us, 
We would take Thee for our Lord ; 

O dearest Spirit ! make us faithful 
To Thy least and lightest word. 

Ah, sweet Consoler ! though we cannot 
Love Thee as Thou lovest us. 

Yet if Thou deign'st our hearts to kindle, 
They will not be always thus. 

With hearts so vile how dare we venture, 
Holy Ghost, to love Thee so? 

And how canst Thou with such compassion 
Bear so long witii things so low? 







O FOR THOSE SOLITARY HOURS. 507 

Holy Ghost, come down upon Thy children, 
Give us Grace, and make us Thine ; 

Thy tender fires within us kindle. 
Blessed Spirit, Dove divine ! 

ooJaS^o-o 





MATTHEW BRIDGES. 



He entered the Roman Church about 184S. Author of various books, from 1S25 
to 1864. From his Hymns of the Heart, 1848-51. 



f^\ FOR those solitary hours 

^^ When Grace descends in silent showers 

When all the Visible withdraws 

In solemn, fitful, awful pause. 

And memory, like a glassy sea. 

Looks up in calmness, Lord, to Thee ! 

Then let Thine image on this heart 
Be deeply felt in every part : 
Each motion of the will subdue, 
Inform, correct, instruct, renew; 
The motives guide, the thoughts refine, 
Thyself the Type, from line to line. 

Come then, Thou Holy Spirit, come, 
And worthy make a worthless home ; 
All folly into wisdom turn. 
And let me live, to love and learn ; 
Pride with its piteous dross consume. 
And lay in lowliness its tomb. 





5o8 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \^th CENTURY. 




Eternal, brooding, glorious Dove ! 
Breathe sweetly from Thy throne above ; 
The weight of every wave control, 
Be Thou the Conscience of my soul, 
Till, self absorbed, I sit and sing 
Beneath the shadow of Thy wing.. 

Through Thee let all the peace of Heaven 

In every sacrament be given ; 

The precious Eucharistic Bread, 

That Body of our Priest and Head, 

O let it prove my ransom price, 

A daily paschal sacrifice ! 

So, dead to sin, when Thou art near, 
Preserve me from corruption clear ; 
Feed me with rich celestial food. 
Whilst trials rage, yet work for good ; 
Till final perseverance crown 
The conflict Thou hast made Thine own ! 



o>@^oo- 



EDWARD CAS WALL. Born 1S14. 

He became a Romanist in 1847: Priest of the Oratory, Birmingham : author of 
Lyra Catholica. From his Poems, 1858. 




r^ RACE Increate ! 
^'-^ From Whose vivific fire 
All acts that to immortal glory tend 
Their force acquire ! 





GRACE INC RE ATE! 509 

Hail, Life of life ! 
Hail, Paraclete divine ! 
All justice, sanctity, obedience, love, 
And truth, are Thine. 

Thou in the Blood 
Of Him who died for men, 
By sacramental element applied, 
Dost wash us clean. 

Thou to the deeds 
. Of every passing hour 
In Thee performed, impartest merit new 
And heavenl}/ power. 

From grace to grace 
O grant me to proceed ; 
And with assisting hand my faltering steps 
To Sion lead ! 

So may I mount 
In peace the holy hill ; 
And safe at last by Life's eternal Fount, 
There drink my fill ! 







5iO ENGLISH HYMNS OF k^th CENTURY. 





ARTHUR TOZER RUSSELL, B.C.L. Born 1806. 



Of St. John's College, Cambridge ; 1830-1852 Vicar of Caxton : since then he has 
held several preferments, and is now incumbent of Wellington, Salop. Author of sev- 
eral prose works, and of Psalms and Hymns, partly Original, partly Selected, Cam- 
bridge, 1851. This very interesting little volume, which is now scarce, consists almost 
entirely of translations and originals from his own pen, and has given him rank among 
the half-dozen most important translators from the German. His originals, however, 
are equal or superior to his translations. 



T TOLY Spirit, given 

For our Guide to Heaven, 
Gift of Love divine ! 
Us with peace consoling, 
Every ill controlling. 
On our darkness shine ! 
Come, faith, hope, and love increasing, 
Fill our hearts with joy unceasing. 

O Lord and Life-giver, 
Dwell with us for ever ; 
Heavenly life inspire : 
All within renewing, 
With Thy Grace enduing 

Heart, mind, thought, desire : 
Fount of Life for ever flowing, 
Grace and peace on us bestowing. 

Fill our meditation 
With Thine inspiration : 





O THOU WHO BY THE LORD WAST GIVEN. 

Graft in us Thy Word : 
O may we, possessing 
Thine all-fruitful blessing, 
Glorify our Lord, 
Following Him with failh unfeigned, 
Till we have His Rest attained. 

Only through His merit 
We Thine aid inherit: 

By His Name we plead : 
Never let us grieve Thee, 
But with thanks receive Thee, 
Fulness of our heed ! 
Both in joy and in affliction, 
Crown us with Thy benediction. 




O THOU, WHO BY THE LORD WAST GIVEN. 

From the Dalstoii Hym7is, 1S4S (see p. 515) : also found in his book, 1851. 

f~\ THOU Who by the Lord wast given, 
^-^^ \n tongues of fire to spread His praise ! 
Now on our souls, with fire from Heaven, 

Descend, and bless these latter days ; 
Till all the earth His praise proclaim, 
And every tongue confess His Name. 

Blest Comforter and Guide, defend us. 
Whose Saviour dwells unseen on high ; 

But if Thy light and power attend us, 
We still shall feel His presence nigh. 

O be our strength, our shield, our might, 

And bring us to the land of light. 






ENGLISH HYMNS OF k^th CENTURY. 



WHIT-SUNDAY. 

"VTOW is the Church's joyous feast, 

^ Day of her coronation ! 
O be thy joy this day increased, 

Christ's consecrated nation ! 
O Holy Ghost, of Life the Lord, 

Descend with gifts of blessing. 
Thou by our prayers again implored, 

Our tongues Thy might confessing. 



Touch Thou our lips with fire of love. 

From Love's true Home descendinij : 
Almighty Spirit, from above 

Come, Satan's kingdom rending. 
Thy herald-host send forth again, 

Their minds with Truth inspiring : 
O may Thy zeal within them reign. 

Pure, peaceable, untiring. 

O come, the idol-train destroy, 

All tongues in one uniting ; 
Christ's Church cleanse Thou from all alloy, 

On all His fold alighting. 
O Holy Ghost ! His promised sway 

Haste Thou, all hearts preparing ; 
In holiness tiie earth array. 

Again Thy presence sharing. 







HOLY GHOST, WHO US INSTRUCTEST. 513 



BLEST COMFORTER, WHO DIDST INSPIRE. 

IDLEST Comforter, Who didst inspire 

The Apostles' glorious company, 
O kindle through the earth that fire, 

That light which beams from God on hio-h. 

O speak with Thine own power the Word 
Of Jesus ; speak His Name divine : 

His Name by every land be heard ; 
O may o'er all His glory shine. 

Let long-lost Israel again 

Return, and her Deliverer own : 

O may her Lord o'er Sion reign, 

The Lord, Whose is the eternal throne. 

Prepare in' every heart His way ; 

Renew His fold in truth and love, 
Till earth and Heaven alike obey, 

And all is praise, on earth, above. 




HOLY GHOST, WHO. US INSTRUCTEST. 

T TOLY Ghost, Who us instructest, 

-*- -^ And unto Heaven our feet conductest. 

Now pour on us Thy gifts divine. 
Let Thy gracious consolation 
Uphold us in all tribulation, 






514 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i^rn CENTURY. 




Who all our soul to Thee resign. 
Be Thou our constant stay- 
Along this mortal way : 
Lord, have mercy ! 
O let Thy light still cheer our sight, 
Till o'er us shines eternal Day. 



COME, O PROMISED COMFORTER. 



"Ancient": apparently based on parts of Veiii Sancie Spiritus and Adsis 
Supeme Spiritus. 



1848. Rewritten 1851. 



/^^OME, O promised Comforter; 
^-^ Light upon our darkness pour. 
Father of the poor Thou art : 
Then to us Thy gifts impart. 
Light of everlasting Day ! 
Lord, direct us on our way. 

Consolation all divine, 
Blessed Comforter, is Thine. 
Be our strencrth in weariness : 
Thou the weeping heart dost bless. 
Sweet repose in every toil, 
Thou dost all our griefs beguile. 

Lord, Thy perfect gifts bestow 
On the fold of Christ below : 






COME, HOLY GHOST, ON US DESCEND. 515 

Crown our days with heavenly Grace, 
Help us when we close our race : 
Help us w4ien we look to Thee : 
Grant us endless joy to see. 





COME, HOLY GHOST, ON US DESCEND. 

I Cor. xii. 13. 

Mr. Sedgwick ascribes this to Russell, though it is not in his volume. It ap- 
peared without name in Mr. 'E.r-a&st'Bnns,tn''s Hyjiins for the Benefit of the London. 
Geiviau Hospital, Dalston, 1848 ; a Collection to which Mr. Russell contributed 
largely. 

/""^OME, Holy Ghost, on us descend, 
^-^ Our hearts renewing ; 
With life and peace that know no end, 
All enduring. 
Fit us for Thy blest abode : 
Thou man to God unitest. 
We in Thy holy temple join. 

Thy gifts imploring ; 
Own us, O Holy Ghost, for Thine, 

Thee adoring. 
Here inspire our minds with light. 
Here, Lord, the blind enlighten. 
Here by Thy presence cleanse each heart 

With Truth celestial ; 
So from our spirits shall depart 
Cares terrestrial. 
Bear us on Thy wings above 
To Him who us redeemed. 





5l6 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i^th CENTURY. 



THE ABOVE REWRITTEN. 

In Dr. B. H. Kennedy's Hymnologia Christiana, 1863. 

/^^OME, Holy Ghost, on us descend, 

^^ Our waiting souls renew : 

With peace and hope that know no end, 

Our fears subdue. 
Come, fit us for Thy blest abode. 

Our souls to God unite : 
Guide us upon the heavenward road, 

And give us light. 

Sole Strength of all our weariness, 

Our sorrowing spirits' Stay ; 
Thou Who the weeping heart dost bless 

Through all the way ! 
Come, Holy Ghost, the flock to cheer, 

For whom the Saviour died ; 
And ever to His Church be near. 

Her heavenly Guide ! 




-ooJg^Oo- 



GEORGE RAWSON. 

"A Leeds layman." He contributed fourteen hymns, some of them of striking 
merit, to the Leeds Congregational Collection, 1853. 



John xiv. i6. 

/'^OME to our poor nature's night 
^^ With Thy blessed inward light, 
Holy Ghost the Infinite, 
Comforter Divine. 






COME TO OUR POOR NATURE'S NIGHT. 




We are sinful : cleanse us, Lord ; 
Sick and faint : Tliy strength afford 
Lost, — until by Thee restored, 
Comforter Divine ! 

Orphans are our souls, and poor. 
Giv^e us from Thy heavenly store 
Faith, love, joy, for evermore, 
Comforter Divine ! 

Like the dew. Thy peace distil ; 
Guide, subdue our wayward will, 
Things of Christ unfolding still. 
Comforter Divine ! 

Gentle, awful, holy Guest, 
Make Thy temple in each breast, 
Shrine of purity confessed, 
Comforter Divine ! 

In us, for us, intercede. 
And with voiceless groanings plead 
Our unutterable need. 
Comforter Divine ! 

Dwell in us, as in the Son, 
With His Father ever One 
In adoring union ; 
Comforter Divine ! 

In us "Abba, Father," cry: 
Earnest of our bliss on high, 
Seal of immortality, 
Comforter Divine ! 






ENGLISH HYMNS OF i()TH CENTURY. 

Search for us the depths of God ; 
Bear us up the starry road 
To the height of Thine abode, 
Comforter Divine ! 




"HE DWELLETH WITH YOU." 

John xiv. 17. 
From the Leeds Stmday School Hymn- Book, 1862. 

A ND will the mighty God, 
^ Whom Heaven cannot contain, 
Make me His temple and abode, 
And in me live and reign? 

Come, Spirit of the Lord, 

Teacher and Heavenly Guide ! 
Be it according to Thy Word, 
And in my heart reside. 

O Holy, Holy Ghost ! 

Pervade this soul of mine : 
In me renew Thy Pentecost, 
Reveal Thy power divine ! 

Make it my highest bliss 
Thy blessed fruits to know ; 
Thy joy, and peace, and gentleness, 
Goodness and faith to show. 






O HOLY SPIRIT, SEND. 519 

Be it m}'- greatest fear 
Thy holiness to grieve ; 
Walk in the Spirit even here, 
And in the Spirit live. 

Now let me live in Thee, 
My inner life of love : 
So only shall I meetened be 
For spirit-life above. 

ootSt^CX) 




JOHN FLESHER. 

Editor of The Primitive Methodist Hynm-Book, 1853. 

r\ HOLY Spirit, send 
^^^ Thy power to all mankind : 
Their hearts subdue, their follies end, 
And let them mercy find. 

The only Saviour show. 
The virtue of His Blood ; 
By faith this Saviour let them know, 
And feel they're born of God. 

Increase Thy Church below, 
Her members multiply ; 
Let faith and love among them grow. 
Their God to glorify. 






520 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \^rH CENTURY, 

Be Thou their inward Fire, 
Their Guide to things above : 
Their hearts with purity inspire 
And fill them with Thy Love. 

Thus make them one in Thee 
For fellowship and fight ; 
May Satan own their victory, 

And yield to Thee Thy right. 

One God in Persons Three ! 
Thy Spirit breathe on all, 
Till Jew and Gentile, bond and free, 
Before Thee prostrate fall. 

oOj=S^O-ci 




ANONYMOUS. 

From The Evangelical Hymii-Book, by John H. Rutherford, 1853. 

r^ SPIRIT of the living God, 
^-^ Whose heart yearns o'er a dying world ! 
Against sin's raging, swelling flood 
Thy glorious banner be unfurled ! 

Roll back the fierce outbursting tide 
Of unbelief and crime and woe : 

The wanderer to Jesus guide ; 

Christ's Love to every sinner show. 

Lift up the Cross, till every soul 
Bends to its pure and gentle sway ; 

Till over earth, from pole to pole. 

Hell's night gives place to Heaven's glad day 






GRACIOUS SPIRIT, FROM ON HIGH. 521 



MRS. MARGARET MACKAY. 

Daughter of one Scotch officer, and wife of another; author of the popular lyric, 
" Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep," and of several volumes, poetic and other. This 
hymn is taken through Rogers' Lyra Britannica, 1867, from her Thoughts Re- 
deemed, or Lttys 0/ Leisure Hours, 1854. 

/GRACIOUS Spirit, from on high, 
Sent to show a Saviour nigh ! 
In the darkest hours of night 
Cheer me with Thy quenchless hght. 

By Thine holy office led, 
Testify of Him who bled ; 
Testify how Jesus slain 
Rose, revived, and reigns again. 

Turn the sinner from his sin, 
Teach him how the crown to win ; 
Bring him to Immanuel's feet. 
Lead him to the mercy-seat. 

Thou canst make the soul to feed 
On the ever-living Bread ; 
Thou canst calm his newborn fears, 
Dry his penitential tears. 

Bid him hear the Shepherd's voice, 
Think of Jesus and rejoice : 
Daily, though earth's woes increase. 
Thou canst sweetly whisper peace. 

While in just avenging ire 
God is "a consuming Fire," 
Yet, Thou new life-giving Dove, 
Thou canst show how God is Love. 







522 ENGLISH HYMNS OF k^th CENTURY. 




GEORGE CROLY, LL.D., 17S0-1S60. 

17S1-1S60: a poet of some eminence, and from 1833 Rector of Walbrook. In 1S54 
he issued a Collection of Psalms and Hymns, containing ten of eacii bj' himself This 
is taken through Rogers' I^yra Britaiudca. 



PIRIT of God ! descend upon my heart ; 

"^"-^ Wean it from earth ; through all its pulses move ; 
Stoop to my weakness, mighty as Thou art, 
And make me love Thee as I ought to love. 

1 ask no dream, no prophet-ecstasies, 
No sudden rending of the veil of clay. 

No angel-visitant, no opening skies ; 
But take the dimness of my soul away. 

Hast Thou not bid us love Thee, God and King? 

All, all Thine own, — soul, heart, and strength, 
and mind : 
I see Thy Cross — there teach my heart to cling : 

O let me seek Thee, and O let me find ! 

Teach me to feel that Thou art always nigh ; 

Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear ; 
To check the risino- doubt, the rebel si^rh : 

Teach me the patience of unanswered prayer. 

Teach me to love Thee as Thine angels love, 
One holy passion filling all m}^ frame. 

The baptism of the heaven-descended Dove ; 
My heart an altar, and Thy Love the flame. 






WHEN ACROSS THE INWARD THOUGHT. 523 



HENRY GEORGE TOMKINS. 

Now Vicar of Branscombe, Sidmouth. He published in 1S55, before his ordina- 
tion, A Re7ne}nbrance of Dracheiifels, and other Poems 

► 

"\T 7HEN across the inward thought 

' ' Comes the emptiness of Hfe, 
And it seems that earth has naught 
But a vain and weary strife : 

All to do, and nothing done, 

Useless days fast fleeting by, 
Wanderings many, progress none. 

Faltering steps by fountains dry : 

Shall we, in that hapless mood, 

Fainting fall beside the way? 
Help us, Giver of all good ! 

Teach Thy wretched ones to pray ! 

Thou that with the Father art 

One in power, in glory One, 
Yet within the trusting heart 

Dearest witness with the Son : 

O forgive our faithless mind, 
Raise us from our low estate ; 

Breathe in us the will to find 
Higher life in small and great ! 

Give us watchful eyes and clear, 
Purged from the scales of sense, 

Seeing still the Master near, 
And the City far from hence. 







524 ENGLISH HYMNS OF k^th CENTURY. 




Higher lead our love and faith, 

Lower our humility ; 
Let the words that Jesus saith 

Be illumined all by Thee ! 

And in them let us discern, 
Calming all our sinful strife, 

While our hearts within us burn, 

Him, the Word, the Truth, the Life ! 



-oo^St^c 



THOMAS TOKE LYNCH, 1819-1871. 



Independent minister at Mornington Chapel, Hampstead Road, London, and a 
man of singular ability ; author of several prose works, and of The Rivulet, a Contri- 
bution, to Sacred Song, 1855 ; third edition, enlarged, 1868. This is a book far out of 
the common way, full of fresh thought, and deserving of much more notice than it has 
received in America. It was attacked with great vehemence on its first appearance, 
and thence arose "The Rivulet Controversy," which for a time shook the British dis- 
senting world. The early editions contain 100 lyrics, the third has 67 more. Our 
Selections, except the last, bear date 1855. 



SUPPLICATION. 




i^RACIOUS Spirit, dwell with me; 
^-^ I myself would gracious be, 
And with words that help and heal 
Would Thy life in mine reveal. 
And with actions bold and meek 
Would for Christ my Saviour speak. 

Truthful Spirit, dwell with me ; 
I myself would truthful be, 





SUP PLICA TION. 5 25 

And with wisdom kind and clear 
Let Thy Life in mine appear, 
And with actions brotherly 
Speak my Lord's sincerity. 

Tender Spirit, dwell with me ; 
I myself would tender be, 
Shut my heart up like a flower 
At temptation's darksome hour, 
Open it when shines the sun, 
And His Love by fragrance own. 

Silent Spirit, dwell with me ; 

I myself would quiet be. 

Quiet as the growing blade 

Which through earth its way has made, 

Silently, like morning light, 

Putting mists and chills to flight. 

Mighty Spirit, dwell with me ; 
I myself would mighty be, 
Mighty so as to prevail 
Where unaided man must fail ; 
Ever by a mighty hope 
Pressing on and bearing up. 

Holy Spirit, dwell with me ; 

I myself would holy be ; 

Separate from sin, I would 

Choose and cherish all things good. 

And whatever I can be 

Give to Him Who gave me Thee I 




/ 






526 ENGLISH HYMNS OF k^th CENTURY. 



LIFE. 

PIRIT ! Whose various energies 
By dew and flame denoted are, 
By rain from the world-covering skies, 
By rushing and by whispering air : 

Be Thou to us, O gentlest One, 
The brimful River of sweet peace, 

Sunshine of the celestial Sun, 
Restoring Air of sacred ease. 

Life of our life, since Life of Him 

By Whom we live eternally. 
Our heart is faint, our eye is dim, 

Till Thou our spirit purify. 

The purest airs are strongest too,- 

Strong to enliven and to heal : 
O Spirit purer than the dew, 

Thine holiness in strength reveal. 

Felt art Thou, and the heavy heart 

Grows cheerful and makes bright the eyes 

Up from the dust the enfeebled start. 
Armed and re-nerved for victories. 

Felt art Thou, and relieving tears 
Fall, nourishing our young resolves : 

Felt art Thou, and our icy fears 

The sunny smile of Love dissolves. 







HA PPINESS. 527 

O Spirit, when Thy mightv wind 

The entombing rocks of sin hath rent, 

Lead shuddering forth the awakened mind, 
In still voice whispering Thine intent. 

As to the sacred light of day 

The stranger soul shall trembling come, 
Say, "These thy friends," and "This thy way," 

And "Yonder thy celestial home." 




HAPPINESS. 

OPIRIT of sacred happiness, 
*^ Who makest energy delight, 

And love to be in weakness might ; 
Now with enlivening impulse bless, 
Now reconfirm our steadfastness. 

And make us vigorous and bright. 

Blessed be Thou, O Heart supreme. 
Sweet Charity's unfailing Well, 
Whose bounty all the countries tell ; 
Drinking of Thee, with sunny gleam 
Forth-leaping into action's stream, 

Our hearts' replenished fountains swell. 

Both work and sport Thou hallowest, 
Canst blissful make the busiest days, 
And woes that else benumb and craze 
By Thee to finer joys are blest. 
And hearts, of deeper power possest. 
With grateful tears Thy wisdom praise. 






528 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i^th CENTURY. 



Spirit of bliss and sanctity, 

Who art invincible in good, 

Who hate and mockery hast withstood 
In every age ; how coward we. 
How selfish, restless, till by Thee 

Inspired to do the thing we would ! 

By unremorseful joys, O woo 
Our hearts to holy effort still : 
Now with young life volition fill ; 

For child-like, we are God-like too, 

Likest our Father when we do 

With filial love and haste His Will. 




BEAUTY. 

SPIRIT of Beauty ! Thy presence confessing, 
God can we see in a sparkle of ore ; 
Flowers and shells to our heart are expressing 
Love like its own, but transcendently more. 

Spirit of Beauty! each bough in its bending. 
Skies in their curve, and the sea in its swell, 

Streams as they wind, hills and plains in their 
blending. 
All, in our, own, of God's happiness tell. 

Spirit of Beauty ! Thou Soul of our Maker, . 

Suddenly shown in a gleam or a tint ; 
O be each heart of Thy joy a partaker ; 

Love, and its store, are alike without stint. 






GOD THE SPIRIT, WE ASPIRE. 



529 




Spirit of Beauty ! Thou teachest us sweetly ; 

Prophets and psalmists yield holy delight : 
Show us our Lord, and we then shall completely 

Know Thee as gentle, omnipotent Might. 

Spirit of Beauty ! our offering we render ; 

Thee in Thy skyey dominion we praise ; 
Lark-like we rise to the shadowless splendor, 

Pouring out song as the sun pours his rays. 



HOLY COMxMUNION. 

The third of ten equal stanzas of a very lovely hymn with this title, 1S68. 

/^ SPIRIT of Remembrance, tell 
^-^^ The tale of Love and Sin ; 
Their mighty strife, and how He fell 

Whose was the right to win. 
Then, kind Interpreter, explain 

How, rising from His fall, 
He bore aloft our broken chain. 

And shone the Life of all. 



-oO>®:J<XJ- 




ELIZA HUMPHREYS. 

From her Metrical Collects, 1S56. 

f~^ OD the Spirit, we aspire 
^-"^ To receive those tongues of fire 
Sanctify the high desire : 
Descend, O Lord I 
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ENGLISH HYMNS OF \^th CENTURY. 

m 

Magnify Thy gifts of Grace 
In all those who seek Thy face 
In their due appointed place : 
Descend, O Lord ! 

God the Spirit, we beseech, 
Sanctify the gift of speech 
To those called Thy Word to preach : 
Descend, O Lord ! 

Give to us the hearing ear, 
Give to us the heart to fear, 
Give the penitential tear : 
Descend. O Lord I 

Cause the rightful seed be sown ; 
When the blade be newly grown, 
Deign Thy gracious work to own : 
Descend, O Lord ! 

Let the plant deep-rooted be. 
Watered, nurtured aye by Thee 
Till the fruits of faith we see : 
Descend, O Lord ! 

Come forth, Thou soft-rushing Wind; 
With Thy sacred effluence bind 
The cold hearts of all mankind : 
Descend, O Lord ! 

Suffer our glad eyes to see 
Restored grace of unity. 
In the called Thine own to be : 
Descend, O Lord ! 







CONFIRM A TION. 



531 




God the Spirit, we inquire 
For Thy baptism of fire, 
Our dross to burn, our hearts to inspire 
Descend, O Lord 1 

Christ's own Church has daily prayed : 
Inspirer, hear her cry : O aid ! 
Now let Satan's wiles be stayed : 
Descend, O Lord ! 

Come, O come ! descend, and bring 
Christ the glorious Lord and King 
In Plis perfect triumphing : 
Descend, O Lord ! 



-ooJS^^oo- 



JOSEPH HENRY BUTTERWORTH. 



Vicar of Stapleton near Bristol. He contributed this hymn in 1S57 to his curate, 
the Rev. R. R. Chope, who inserted it in his Hyynnal, 185S. It is for Confirmation 



OPIRIT of Wisdom ! guide Thine own. 
Who make Thee now their choice ; 



That they may never walk alone, 
But hear Thy heavenly voice. 



Spirit of Understanding ! Light 
Shed that the world ne'er saw ; 

Open their eyes, to see aright 
The wonders of Thy Law. 






532 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \^th CENTURY. 

Spirit of Counsel ! 'neath the cloud 

Of sorrow and dismay, 
Cheer Thou their souls with anguish bowed, 

And chase all doubt away. 

Spirit of Strength ! infuse Thy might, 
Nerve Thy young soldiers' arms ; 

Temptation let them put to flight. 
And banish hell's alarms. 

Spirit of Knowledge ! Whose deep things 

Are now but darkly shown : 
Lead them, on Resurrection-wings, 

To know as they are known. 

Spirit of Godliness ! unfold 

The joys of heavenly Grace ; 
Give peace on earth, the bliss untold 

Of saints who see God's face. 

Spirit of holy Fear ! inspire 

Dread reverence of Thy Name ; 

That we, with the celestial choir. 
May praise Thee without blame. 




-O-Ojiaf^CK^ 




CHRISTINA FORSYTH, 1825-1859. 

Hymns by C. F., Second Edition, 1861. 

f 

/^ HOLY Spirit, now descend on me 
^~^^ As showers of rain upon a thirsty ground 
Cause me to flourish as a spreading tree ; 
May all Thy precious fruits in me be found. 





O HOLY SPIRIT, NOW DESCEND ON ME. 533 

Be Thou my Teacher : to my soul reveal 

The length, breadth, depth, and height of Jesu's 
Love ; 

And on my soul Thy blest instructions seal. 

Raising my thoughts and heart to things above. 

Be Thou my Comforter : when I 'm distrest 
O gently soothe my sorrows, calm my grief, 

Help me to find upon my Saviour's breast 
In every hour of trial sure relief. 

Be Thou my Guide into all Truth divine : 
Give me increasing knowledge of my God : 

Show me the glories that in Jesus shine, 

And make my heart the place of His abode. 

Be Thou my Intercessor : teach me how 
To pray according to God's holy will ; 

Cause me v/ith deep and strong desire to glow, 
And my whole soul with heavenly longings fill. 

Be Thou m}^ Earnest of eternal Rest, 

And witness with me I am God's own child. 

With His unchanging Love and favor blest, 
By Jesus' merits fully reconciled. 

Be Thou my Sanctifier : dwell within. 

And purify and cleanse my every thought ; 

Subdue the power of each besetting sin, 

And be my will to sweet submission brought. 







ENGLISH HYMNS OF i^th CENTURY. 



Be Thou my Quickener : in me revive 

Each drooping grace, so prone to fade and die ; 

Help me on Jesus day by day to live, 

And loosen more and more each earthly tie. 

Blest Spirit ! I would yield myself to Thee ; 

Do for me more than I can ask or think : 
Let m.e Thy holy habitation be. 

And daily deeper from Thy fulness drink. 




ANOTHER. 

r^ HOLY Spirit ! Comforter Divine ! 

^-^ On me descend ; 

Into my soul with heavenly radiance shine, 

And condescend 
To make this heart of mine a fit abode 
For the indwelling presence of my God. 

O quicken me to run 
With holy patience my appointed race. 
Until at last through Thine almighty Grace 
My crown of glory 's won. 
Fill Thou my soul with light and life and love, 
And gently draw my every thought above : 
Make me to grow in knowledge of Thy Word 
And daily closer likeness to the Lord. 






WIND OF THE NORTH, AWAKE. 535 



CHRISTOPHER NEWMAN HALL, LL.B. 

Born 1S16. 

Minifter of Surrey Chapel, London, and well known and honored here, as in 
England. His hymns appeared 1857. I take this through the English Presbyterian 
Collection, 1S67. 

T TOLY Spirit, Source of Light ! 

Beam upon our nature's night : 
Make my doubts and darkness flee, 
Clearly let me Jesus see. 
Holy Spirit, Fount of Love ! 
Breathe upon me from above ; 
Warm this cold ungrateful heart, 
Bid its selfishness depart. 

Holy Spirit, Lord of Life ! 
Make me victor in the strife 
Over Satan, death, and hell : 
Fit me thus in Heaven to dwell. 
Praises then I '11 ever sing 
Unto Christ my Saviour-King ; 
To the Father and to Thee 
Praise I '11 sing eternally. 

00>€>^0-0 





CHARLES B. TAYLER. 

Rector of Otley in Suffolk : author of Earnestness, Thankfulness., &c. From 
one of his tales, called Truth, or Persis Clareto?i : I suppose the verses are his own. 

TT 7IND of the North ! awake and bring 

Thy spirit-searching breath : 
For feeble, faint, and withering, 
We languish unto death. 





53^ ENGLISH HYMNS OF \<)TH CENTURY. 

Thy living energies bestow, 

Thy bracing strength impart, 
And cause a vigorous health to flow 

Into each failing heart. 

And thou, sweet South ! with gentlest powers 

Our drooping graces raise ; 
Like freshened beds of fragrant flowers 

Expanding to Thy praise. 

Then livelier tints shall greet Thine eyes, 

And spicy odors be 
Drawn forth as incense, Lord, to rise 

In gratitude to Thee. 

Spirit of gentleness and love. 
Combined with strength divine ! 

Come like the eagle and the dove, 
To make our spirits Thine. 

Bear us aloft on eagles' wings, 
To soar with heavenward flight 

Above the clouds of earthly things 
And drink the orient light. 

And while our fervent prayers ascend 

In Jesus' name to Heaven, 
O let the Dove of peace descend, 

The Comforter be given. . 







SPIRIT OF EVERLASTING GRACE. 



537 




HORATIUS BONAR, D.D., 180S-1869. 

Minister of the Free Church of Scotland at Kelso ; a voluminous and well-known 
author. His Hymns of Faith and Hope., in three volumes, appeared severally in 
1S57, 1861, and 1S66. 

TILL THE DAY DAWN. 

'857- 

The third of four verses, under the title, "Hope of Day." 

'TWILL the day dawn, 
-^ And the Day-Star arise, 

Spirit of gentle Love, 

Thou tempest-calming Dove, 

Come, and within me dwell, 

Come, and all gloom dispel. 

Most blessed Comforter, 

My weary footsteps cheer. 

O Light and Lamp divine, 

Upon my midnight shine. 

Better than star or moon. 

Brighter than day's bright noon : 

O let Thy joyous ray 

Turn all my night to day. 
When Thou art absent, even my joy is sad ; 
When Thou art with me, even my grief is glad : 
Let not Thy silence now sorrow to sorrow add. 




LIFE FROM THE DEAD. 

1837- 

OPIRIT of everlasdng Grace, 
^^ Infinite Source of Life, come down ! 
These tombs unlock, these dead upraise. 
Thy glorious power and Love make known. 





538 ENGLISH HYMNS OF k^th CENTURY. 

Breathe o'er this valley of the dead ; 

Send forth Thy quickening might abroad, 
Till, rising from their tombs, they spread. 

In full array, — the host of God ! 

Thy heritage lies desolate, 

And all Thy pleasant places mourn. 

O look upon our low estate. 

In loving-kindness, Lord, return ! 

Now let Thy glory be revealed, 

Now let Thy presence with us rest : 

O heal us, and we shall be healed ! 
O bless us, and we shall be blest ! 




COME, MIGHTY SPIRIT. 



/''^OME, mighty Spirit, penetrate 
^-^ This heart and soul of mine, 
And my whole being with Thy Grace 
Pervade, O Life divine ! 

As this clear air surrounds the earth, 
Thy Grace around me roll ; 

As the fresh light pervades the air, 
So pierce and fill my soul. 

As from these clouds drops down in love 
The precious summer rain, 

So from Thyself pour down the flood 
That freshens all again. 





MIGHTY COMFORTER, TO THEE. 



539 




As these fair flowers exhale their scent 

In gladness at our feet, 
So from Thyself let fragrance breathe, 

More heavenly and more sweet. 

Thus Life within our lifeless hearts 
Shall make its glad abode. 

And we shall shine in beauteous light, 
Filled with the light of God. 



TO THE COMFORTER. 

1861. 

■yriGHTY Comforter, to Thee 
-^ In our feebleness we flee ; 
O unveil Thy gracious face, 
Spread out all Thy wondrous Grace. 

Strengthener of the poor and weak. 
To Thy power for strength we seek ; 
Heavenly Fulness from above, 
O descend in blessed Love. 

Patient Teacher of the blind, 
Opener of the sin-sealed mind, 
Fix in us Thy sure abode. 
And reveal the Christ of God. 

Guider of the errino- feet 

In the waste or busy street, 

Lead us through life's Babel-crowds, 

Through its pathless solitudes. 





54° ENGLISH HYMNS OF i()TH CENTURY. 

True Enricher of the poor, 
Enter Thou our lowly door ; 
Let Thy liberal Hand impart 
Heavenly riches to our heart. 

Looser of the bonds of sin, 
O make haste and enter in ; 
Break each link, till there remains 
Not one fraorment of our chains. 

Loving Spirit, come, O come ! 
Find in us Thy endless home ; 
Find in this our world below 
A dwelling for Thy glory now. 

Holy Light, upon us shine 

With Thy energy divine ; 

Heavenly Brightness, break Thou forth 

Over this benighted earth. 

With the eternal Father One, 
One with the eternal Son, 
Eternal Spirit, Thee we praise, 
Now and through eternal days. 




PRAYER TO THE SPIRIT. 
1866. 

A LMIGHTY Comforter and Friend, 
■*-^ Eternal Spirit, now descend. 
Fill us from Thy heavenly store ! 






THE COMFORT OF THE SPIRIT. 541 

Thou art the Church's holy Guest, 
Earnest of her eternal rest, 

Let us grieve Thee never more. 

Great Promise of the Father, come, 
The Church's tading lamps relume ; 

Come, rekindle joy and love ! 
Wisdom, and Truth, and Love are Thine, 
Life, light, and holiness divine ; 

Shed Thy gifts down from above ! 

Witness of Him Who died and rose, 
Who as the Conqueror of our foes 

Took His seat upon the throne ! 
Great Gift of Jesus glorified, 
Revealer of the Crucified, 

Unto us reveal the Son ! 




THE COMFORT OF THE HOLY GHOST. 

1866. 

Compare Herrlck's " Litany to the Holy Spirit," pp. 305-7. 

'^T TTIEN the leaves of life are falling, 
' ^ When the shadows flit appalling, 
When the twilight voice is calling ; 
Might}^ Spirit, comfort ! 

When youth's verdure all is fading, 
When I pass into the shading, 
Life's long load at last unlading ; 
Mighty Spirit, comfort ! 






542 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i^TH CENTURY. 

When the frost of time has found me, 
When the chains of age have bound me, 
When the evening mists surround me ; 
Mighty Spirit, comfort ! 

When the worn-out flesh is sinking, 
When from burdens it is shrinking. 
And from earthly ties unlinking ; 
Mighty Spirit, comfort i 

When the gates of life are closing. 
All its lattice-bolts unloosing. 
And the spirit seeks reposing ; 
Mighty Spirit, comfort ! 

When these skies look wan and dreary, 
When the inner man is w^earv. 
Worn out by the adversary ; 
Mighty Spirit, comfort ! 

When the once keen eye is failing. 
When the steadfast heart is quailing. 
Flesh, and fiend, and world assailing; 
Might}' Spirit, comfort ! 

When past sins are flocking round me, 
When the fiery arrows wound me. 
As if hell would then confound me ; 
Mighty Spirit, comfort ! 

When I think on manhood wasted, 
Cups of pleasure vilely tasted, 
Holy longings madly blasted; 
Mighty Spirit, comfort ! 







HOLY GHOST, THOU S A TEST BROODING. 543 

When my farewells I am takinn-, 
And these lower rooms forsaking, 
To my upper home betaking- ; 
Mighty Spirit, comfort ! 

Holy Spirit, Strength in weakness, 
Holy Spirit, Health in sickness. 
Give me comfort, patience, meekness ! 
Mighty Spirit, comfort ! 

Ah, Thou wilt not then forsake me ; 
Strong in weakness Thou wilt make me, 
To Thy bosom Thou wilt take me : 
Mighty Spirit, comfort ! 




-O-O'^^OO- 



i 



ROBERT WILSON EVANS, B.D. 

Vicar of Heversham, and Archdeacon of Westmoreland: author of The Rectory 
of Valeheady Bishopric of Souls., and several other prose works : and oi Daily Hymns, 
i860. This very remarkable book of elaborate, cultivated, and uncommonplace verse 
is written throughout in a single difficult measure, recommended to the author by being 
"entirely unassociated with any utterance of secular poetry." 



INVOCATION. 

TTOLY Ghost, Thou satest brooding, 
■^ -*• Under Thy warm wing including 

Heaven and earth, Thou Dove of ages, 
Rudimental atoms quickening, 
Points to primal masses thickening. 

Through Thy plastic nurture's stages. 







544 ENGLISH HYMNS OF igr// CENTURY. 

So disposed for form and figure 
Stood they in attempered vigor, 

Reined in for impetuous sally 
Into sun and all life's fountains, 
Into earth and sea and mountains, 

When the Word life's ranks should rally. 

Thou all this creative earnest 
Into bright fulfilment turnest. 

O'er our hearts with warmth dost flutter ; 
All preparing, upper, nether. 
Into form to run together. 

When the Word " Be Light" shall utter. 

Blessed Spirit, mighty Maker, 
Bid my spirit be partaker 

In Thy Pentecostal newness ; 
All my heart's close chamber rending 
With Thy fiery storm descending 

In its sempiternal trueness. 

'Mid its waste of night and deadness 
There unto life-giving redness 

Wake the fire from smouldering embers ; 
Let the heavenly heat be teeming, 
Let the heavenly light be beaming 

Through my brain, my reins, my members. 

Soften this hard frame, thus soften, 
Visiting it long and often, 

Turn to flesh its stone obdurate : 
Melt each passage hard contorted, 
Through which hell hath long resorted 

To my breast in bands conjurate. 






O INVINCIBLE COMPELLER. 545 

Temper thus a mould for casting 
Christ's own image everlasting 

On my soul in perfect beauty ; 
From His Word's outpouring treasure 
Filling up with daily measure 

Every empty nook of duty. 

For affection and for reason 

Ever make that Word's blest season 

Homeward bring its ministration, 
That with its deep tide of fulness 
It may whelm all clog of dulness, 

Soak with quickening penetration. 





THE BODY'S TEMPLE. 

r\ INVINCIBLE Compeller 

^^ In the breast where Thou art Dweller, 

Holy Spirit, Lord enlightening : 
Fill this body with pure essence, 
Temple of Thy glorious presence. 

Daily growing, daily brightening. 

Temper Thou this spirit, cooling 
Passion, ere it strive for ruling. 

While from nature's caldron seething : 
Sweeten every gale that sallies 
Through thought's labyrinthine alleys. 

With Thy perfumed incense breathing. 

35 





54^ ENGLISH HYMNS OF \^th CENTURY. 





Fast against the day's offences 
Shut the portal of my senses, 

Setting watch at every station. 
Help my weakness when I falter, 
Offering on heart's high altar 

Struggling will's long-due oblation. 

Thus let all within bear witness 
To Thy habitation's fitness, 

To Thy temple's pure condition. 
Be the font of sins remitted 
Unto souls by Jesus pitied 

Imaged in my deep contrition. 

Be the pulpit of Thy teaching 
To my spirit daily preaching. 

Seeds of Life immortal sowing ; 
While my heart's secreted table 
Set by faith, adorned and stable, 

Christ in flesh and blood is showing. 

Thence in order long bid issue, 
Bound in action's varied tissue. 

Outward token of the inner. 
Services to each dear brother, 
Hailinsj still in him another 

Fellow-saint and fellow-sinner. 

Bless this increase, which augmenteth 
Day by day, as heart relenteth 

From its shapeless stony nature 
Into heavenly plan and moulding, 
Storied height and wings unfDlding 

Duly in harmonious stature. 





THE BODY'S TEMPLE. 

There let Faith her portal furnish, 
Joy her front of golden burnish, 

Hope her spire of bright adventure, 
Knowledge her wide windows, fretting 
From the sun that knows no setting, 

Love his harmonizing centre. 

As the Spirit's springs awaken, 
Hands in fond salute are shaken. 

Heads are pressed in fervent blessing 
Alms are dealt with secret pressure. 
Heart is opening hidden treasure, 

Hungry feeding, naked dressing. 

Lord, may thus my part immortal, 
Set at inner life's last portal. 

Empty on this world external. 
Poured from all its well-stored niches, 
All its treasures, all its riches, 

Lasting cheer to gloom diurnal. 

Holy Spirit ! now heart's station 
Opens to Thy inspiration ; 

Words come prompt, my lips I sever. 
Glor}^ from all spirits living. 
Glory, blessing, and thanksgiving, 

Glory be to Thee for ever. 



547 






548 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \^th CENTURY., 




B 



MEEKNESS OF SPIRIT. 

LESSED Spirit, that preparest 
From Thy unction's vial rarest 



For the kingdom ever-during, 
Nature with new beauty gracing. 
Guilt's imprinted soil effacing. 

Sin s heart-eating cancer curing : 

With Thy quickening sunbeams reach me, 
With Thy holy lessons teach me. 

Change me, Thou almighty Changer. 
Like the flame from altar's embers, 
Pierce my heart, my reins, my members, 

Never more to be a stranger. 

Where Thy virtue Thou suppliest. 
There the lowest is the highest. 

There the servant is the master, 
And Thy new-born child is wiser 
Than the world's gray-haired adviser. 

Sees scenes brighter, regions vaster. 

Royalty in shame Thou shroudest ; 
Reed of scorn is sceptre proudest, 

Robe of mockery is glorious ; 
Thorns are crowns of jewelled whiteness, 
And the Cross a throne of brightness, 

Grave's deep cry a shout victorious. 






MEEKNESS OF SPIRIT. 



549 




So uphold my fixed endeavor, 
Let me live Thy child for ever, 

Child to sin, but man to duty ; 
Down to dust all proud looks \eiiing. 
Up to Heaven with clear eye scaling, 

Wondering at Thy heavenly beauty. 

Led by Thee, O Spirit Holy, 
It is pleasant to be lowly, 

Calm to lie in that green valley, 
Where, unseen from world's proud mountains, 
Sweet with Love of Christ, full fountains 

From His rock of freshness sally. 

Lord, there is a winsome sweetness, 
Lord, there is a gladsome meetness. 

When the ^ soul hath found her station, 
And no further fall can tiy her, 
But each flutter lifts her higher 

On Thy pinions of salvation. 

Thus renewed to nature's centre. 
That blest kingdom may I enter, 

There where service shall be lording, 
Tiiere where cities ruled in meekness 
Shall not blame the ruler's weakness, 

Love with faithfulness according. 



■■ Original, "when thus soul" : probably a misprint. 






550 ENGLISH HYMNS OF igrn CENTURY. 




THOMAS HORNBLOWER GILL. Born 1819. 

Author of The Papal Dratna, iS66, The Anniversaries, 185S. and The Golden 
Chain of Praise, 1869. The latter contains 165 hymns, which are remarkable for 
freshness and dehcacy of thought, warmth of feeling, and frequent melody of rhythm : 
in the judgment of Dr. Freeman Clarice, who reprinted some of his earlier lyrics, this 
author is a more intellectual Charles Wesley. He. lives at Lewisham in Kent, and 
is chiefly occupied with historical and theologic studies. Some account of him may be 
found in Hours at Home for February, 186S. 



A BREATHING AFTER THE HOLY SPIRIT. 

1863, 

t^\ HOLY Ghost who down dost come 
^^ To make each contrite heart Thy home, 
On me descend ! within me dwell, 
My soul renew, my sin expel ! 

Spirit of Truth, who makest bright 
All souls that long for heavenly light. 
Appear and on my darkness shine ! 
Descend and be my Guide divine ! 

Spirit of Power, whose might doth dwell 
Full in the souls Thou lovest well, 
Unto this fainting heart draw near, 
And be my daily Quickener ! 

Spirit of Joy, who makest glad 
Each broken heart by sin made sad, 
Pour on this mourning soul Thy cheer ; 
Give me to bless my Comforter ! 






HOLY SPIRIT, D IV ELL WITH ME! 55 1 

O tender Spirit, who dost mourn 
Whene'er from Thee Thy people turn, 
Give me each day to grieve Thee less : 
Enjoy my fuller faithfulness ! 

Come mightier down ! Thyself impart 
More largely to this longing heart; 
My Comforter more dearly be ; 
More sweetly guide and hallow me : 

Till Thou shalt make me meet to bear 
The sweetness of Heaven's holy air, 
The light wherein no darkness is, 
The eternal, overflowing bliss ! 




THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE HOLY SPIRIT. 

1848. 

TTOLY Spirit ! dwell with me ! 
■*- -*- Glorify this humble home ! 
Meet again mortality. 

To another temple come ! 

Holy Spirit ! forth from me ! 

Sweetly forth — ah, not away : 
Kept Thou mayst, yet given be ; 

Mighty go, yet mighty stay. 

Spirit that with me dost dwell, 

Make Thy presence richl}' known : 

Holy deeds send forth to tell 
Of the brifrht communion ! 






552 ENGLISH HYMNS OF ic^rii CENTURY. 

Peaceful Spirit ! hath the soul 

Where Thy voice so sweet doth sound, 

Of Thy mighty music full, 
Ears to hear the roar around? 

Cheerful Spirit ! where but here 
In this happy home of Thine, 

Floweth on such gladsome cheer? 
Ever fresh the feast divine. 

Holy Spirit ! give not o'er ; 

Leave not, leave not hallowing me ; 
Me Thy temple evermore ; 

Mine Thine own Eternity ! 




THE DIVINE RENEWER. 

"Thou renewest the face of the earth." 
" Be renewed in the spirit of your mind." 

1867. 

'' I ^HE glory of the Spring how sweet ! 

The new-born life how o-lad ! 
What joy the happy earth to greet 
In new, bright raiment clad ; 

The blessed vernal airs to hail 

In their renewing power. 
The new song of each nicfhtino;ale, 

The new birth of each flower ! 







THE DIVINE RENEWER. 553 

Divine Renewer ! Thee I bless ; 

I greet Thy going forth : 
I love Thee in the loveliness 

Of Thy renewed earth. 

But O these wonders of Thy Grace, 

These nobler works of Thine, 
These marvels sweeter far to trace, 

These new-births more divine ! 

These sinful souls Thou hallowest, 
These hearts Thou makest new, 

These mourning souls by Thee made blest. 
These faithless hearts made true ! 

This new-born glow of faith so strong, 

This bloom of love so fair ; 
This new-born ecstasv of song 

And fragrancy of prayer ! 

Creator Spirit, work in me 

These wonders sweet of Thine ! 

Divine Renewer, graciously 
Renew this heart of mine ! 

Grant me the grace of the New Birth, 

The joy of the New Song ! 
The vernal bloom, the vernal mirth 

In my new heart prolong ! 

Still let new life and strength upspring, 

Still let new joy be given. 
And grant the glad new song to ring 

Through the new earth and Heaven I 






554 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i^m CENTURY. 
THE UNCHANGING RENEWER. 

" Immutabilis, mutans omnia." — St. Augustine. 
(Written 1869, and now first printed. Contributed to this Collection.) 

T ORD God, by Whom all change is wrought, 
■^^ By Whom new things to birth are brought, 

In Whom no change is known ; 
Wliate'er Thou dost, whate'er Thou art, 
Th}^ people still in Thee have part ; 

Still, still Thou art our own. 

Ancient of Days ! we dwell in Thee ; 
Out of Thine own Eternity 

Our peace and joy are wrought ; 
We rest in our eternal God, 
And make secure and sweet abode 

With Thee Who changest not. 

Each steadfast promise we possess ; 
Thine everlasting Truth we bless. 

Thine everlasting Love ; 
The Unfailing Helper close we clasp, 
The Everlasting Arms we grasp. 

Nor from the Refuge move. 

Spirit, Who makest all things new, 
Thou leadest onward : we pursue 

The heavenly march sublime. 
'Neath Thy renewing fire we glow. 
And still from strength to strength we go, 

From height to height we climb. 







THE SPIRIT'S DEALINGS. 555 

Darkness and dread we leave behind, 
New light, new glory still we find, 

New realms divine possess : 
New births of Grace new raptures bring ; 
Triumphant the new song we sing. 

The great Renewer bless. 

To Thee we rise, in Thee we rest; 
We stay at home, we go in quest, 

Still Thou art our abode. 
The rapture swells, the wonder grows, 
As full on us new life still flows 

From our unchanging God. 




THE SPIRIT'S DEALINGS WITH THE HEART. 

1854- 

O WEET Spirit ! would Thy Breath Divine 
^ O'er a void waste all fragrant blow? 
Bright Presence ! would that fire of Thine 
All lonely in Thy temple glow? 

Thou dost not sure an empty heart 
For Thy dear dwelling-place desire ; 

To glorify Thy holy art 

Thou dost a peopled realm require. 

O sternly all the robbers chase. 

But give the dwellers leave to stay ; 

Unpeople not the yielded place. 
Nor all its treasure cast away. 







ENGLISH HYMNS OF \^th CENTURY.. 

The taken treasure-house explore 
With Thine all-searching fire divine : 

And put upon the dross-blent store 
The glory of Thy gold most fine. 

O teach the conquered realm Thy law , 

Each passion 'neath Thy sweet sway bring ; 

From each dark depth Thy glory draw, 
From each dull chord Thy music ring ! 

Each mounting thought, each strong desire 
Help on Thy heavenly wings to rise, 

And light in hearts with love on fire 
Thine own pure flame that never dies. 

O teacli our wrath the holy glow 

Wherewith Thine awful anger burns, 

And make our grovelling sorrow know 
How gloriously the Spirit mourns ! 

O lend our hope's dim, dying light 
The steadfast glory of Thy flame, 

And grant our joy, divinely bright. 
The witness of Thy smile to claim. 

Take all this heart, its wealth, its powers, 
Its yearnings soft, its longings high. 

Its bleeding wounds, its golden hours, 
And on them all Thy sweet skill try. 

O breathe on them Thy Breath divine ! 

O steep them in Thy heavenly glow ! 
Nor let one smile unhallowed shine. 

Nor let one tear unhallowed flow. 





THE FREE SPIRIT. 



557 




THE FREE SPIRIT. 



1854- 




T ORD, when we come at Thy dear call, 
^~^ Our scanty store we bring : 
Sweet Spirit ! Thou dost ask our all 
For Thine own hallowingr. 

We need not ask of our right hand 

Its cunning to forget : 
May not it move at Thy command? 

Hast not Thou tasks to set? 

Why need we, Lord, our hearts deny, 

Why bid our love begone? 
The Heavenl}^ Dove comes down to try 

His own sweet skill thereon. 

Why should our minds repent their pains, 

Unlearn their little lore? 
Spirit of Truth ! advance their gains ; 

Mingle Thine own bright store. 

Our tender tears we need not hide, 

Our yearnings deep reprove ; 
Teach us a glorious grief allied 

To Thine, sin-vexed Dove ! 

We need not dread our golden while. 
Nor shun each blissful bower ; 

Bright Presence ! bless it with Thy smile ! 
Make it Thine own sweet hour ! 

For us no height, for us no deep 
Whereon Thou mayst not shine ; 

O Spirit sweet ! Thou wouldst not keep 
From us one gift divine. 






55S ENGLISH HYMNS OF igrn CENTURY. 



TAKE NOT THY HOLY SPIRIT FROM ME. 

1868. 

/^ SPIRIT sweet and pure, 
^^ Wilt Thou at last depart? 
Canst Thou no more endure 
This faithless, fallen heart? 
These lusts that reign. 

These sins that cleave, 
Will they constrain 
My Lord to leave ? 

Was not this heart of mine 

Thy dwelling fair and bright? 
Didst not Thou, Guest divine, 
In that abode delight? 
With me to dwell 

My Lord did love ; 
I pleased Thee well. 
Celestial Dove. 

Thou madest all Thy power 
And glory known to me ; 
Thou broughtest all Thy dower 
Of gifts divine with Thee. 
Thy cheer ran o'er, 

Thy Love o'erflowed ; 
Thy precious store 
Was all bestowed. 

Those tender tears and sighs, 
Those strivings strong and blest, 

Those prayers that rend the skies, 
They came with Thee, sweet Guest. 





O SPIRIT SWEET AND PURE. 



559 




That joy divine, 

That gladsome strain, 

They once were mine, 
Thy glorious train. 

And now I grieve Thee sore, 

I scarce resist the foe : 
The song ascends no more ; 

The stream of prayer runs low. 
Sweet Holy Ghost, 

And art Thou gone? 
Bright Heavenly Host, 
And have ye flown? 

Lord, shall I never more 

Thy Spirit entertain ? 
In vain do I implore 
A visit sweet again? 
Ah, well I mourn ; 

Thou well dost chide : 
But yet return ! 
But yet abide ! 

More mightily descend. 

More graciously come in ! 
Thy fuller presence lend, 
A fairer temple win ! 
O go away, 

Sweet Guest, no more, 
But come and stay 
With all Thy store 1 





560 ENGLISH HYMNS OF k^th CENTURY. 




CHARLOTTE MARGARET NOEL. 



An invalid lady, daughter of the Hon. and Rev. Gerard Thomas Noel. From lier 
little volume, The Name of fesiis and oilier Verses for the Sick a7id Lonely., Second 
Edition, 1S62. The earlier verses of this piece are on page 107. 



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SPIRIT of our spirit, Life's pure Fount ! 
True Friend of the true Bridegroom Whom 
we wait, 
Reveal Him clearer to our souls, that mount 
With keen expectance towards their promised state. . 

"Tis not enough that He our place prepares. 
With beauty infinite adorns our Home, 
And by the power of His unceasing prayers 
Prevails, that those He loves shall thither come. 

We would be like Him Whom we call our Lord, 

We would reflect the Image that we love ; 

O chasten our whole being to accord 

With the deep tides of life that in Him move. 

Thou gracious Spirit ! Comforter most meek ! 
As Christ His glory veiled in flesh of man. 
So Thou Th}' Godhead dost conceal in weak 
Blind spirits, who Thy working cannot scan. 

But when He comes for Whom we hourly pray, 
And we are one with Him in heart and mind. 
He will unfold to us the wondrous wav 
In which Thy Love and His for us combined. 






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SPIRIT OF BONDAGE UNTO FEAR, 

Till then we yield ourselves in deepest trust 
Into Thy Hands, their impress to receive ; 
We would adore Thee, humbled to the dust 
O Holy Ghost ! we do in Thee believe. 

o-Oj^t^OO 



561 





SAMUEL DUNN. 

A Wesleyan minister. From his Hy^nns for Pastors and People, 1862. 

Acts xix. 2. 

OPIRIT of Bondage unto fear, 

Fill me with sacred grief; 
Make all my dangerous state appear. 
Shut up in unbelief. 

Spirit of Faith, to me reveal 

Jesus the Crucified ; 
Let me behold His face, and feel 

His cleansing Blood applied. 

Spirit of Liberty, impart 

The sense of sin forgiven ; 
Engrave the pardon on my heart, 

And seal the heir of heaven. 

Spirit of Life, the Grace divine 
In quickening power bestow ; 

Transform my nature into Thine, 
The new Creation show. 
36 





562 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \^th CENTURY. 

Spirit of Love, diffuse abroad 
Throughout my longing soul 

The Love, the perfect Love of God, 
And purify the whole. 

May I receive the Holy Ghost, 
Then stand before the throne, 

And join the bright celestial host 
To praise the Three in One. 




Romans viii. 9. 

OPIRIT of Christ, descend 
*^ On every waiting heart ; 
On Thee, Thee only, we depend; 
Thy help to us impart. 

Come as the shining Light, 
The things of Christ reveal. 
That we may see His glories bright, 
And all His goodness feel. 

Come as refining Fire, 
On all our spirits move ; 
Kindle the pure and strong desire 
To be transformed by Love. 

Come as a mighty Wind 
And fill this favored place ; 
Let every heart Thy presence find 
And taste Thv richest Grace. 






ADESTE SUMMA CARITAS. 563 

Come as the gentle Dew 
Upon the thirsty field, 
And all our barren souls renew 
The fruit of Grace to yield. 

Come as the peaceful Dove 
And dwell in every breast, 
Till we from all our toils remove 
To Heaven's eternal Rest. 




-o-o>8c;cK>- 



FRANCIS POTT. 




Incumbent of Northill in Bedfordshire. His Hy7nns fitted to the Order o/Coth- 
nton Prayer, 1861-4, include a number of versions from the Latin, of which this is one. 
Its origin was not known when the " Latin Hymns " in this volume were set. 



ADESTE SUMMA CARITAS. 

T TEAR, Holy Spirit, Fount of Sweetness, 

Binding the Eternal Three in One by Love ! 
Hear and descend, that in our weakness 
We may the fulness of Thy comfort prove. 

By Thee the Virgin-Maid conceiving 
Brought forth the Second Adam, who hath burst 

The death-bonds which the arch-deceiver 
Had drawn around the children of the first. 

By Thee the Apostles' souls were lighted, 
To trace the mysteries of God the Word : 

Through Thee the Truth that Israel slighted 
The Gentile nations at their preaching heard. 





564 ENGLISH HYMNS OF igTH CENTURY. 

Thy Strength upheld the noble martyrs 
In death the rulers of the world to face ; 

Thy Light illumined holy Fathers 
Each subtle error in the Church to trace. 

And we too now need all Thy goodness, 
The Oil of Thine anointing on the soul : 

O pour it out in all its fulness, 
Till all Thy fallen creatures are made whole. 

Good Spirit ! let no abject trembling 
Place us at last amid the slaves disowned ; 

But give us at that great assembling 
The loving awe of children round the throne. 

And now, O Lord, with this our pleading, 
We praise Thee, with the Father and the Son ; 

We praise Thee, who from Both proceeding, 
With Both from all eternity art One. 





WHITSUN-EVE. 

This is from Mr. Pott's Collection, and may be his. 

npHE Lord is gone ; His people watch and pray, 
-^ Until fulfilled is His consoling word ; 
In patience for that Promised One they stay, 
The Comforter foretold them by their Lord. 

Come, blessed Comforter, Thy light reveal ! 

Strengthen our faith in sorrow's gloomy hour ! 
Teach us to know Thou carest for our weal. 

And wilt preserve us from the tempter's power. 





WHEN THE LORD OF HOSTS ASCENDED. 565 

Come, blest Remembrancer, Thy Grace bestow, 
That we remember all that Christ has taught; 

Make us His saving truths on earth to know. 

Ourselves to be with Christ's own likeness fraught. 

Thrice holy Paraclete ! Thy power revealed. 
We shall no more lament that Christ is gone ; 

For by Thy mercy purified and sealed 
We shall hereafter with our Lord be one. 

aoJ©^CXi 




BISHOP CHRISTOPHER WORDSWORTH. D.D. 

Born 1807. 

A nephew of William Wordsworth, and since iS6S Bishop of Lincoln. In 1862 
he published The Holy Year; or Hymns for Sundays a?zd Holy Days, and /or 
Other Occasions. 

WHIT-SUNDAY. 

TT 7HEN the Lord of Hosts ascended 

' ' To His heavenly citadel ; 
Soon the Holy Ghost descended, 

Sent by Him with men to dwell ; 
Sign of Christ's inauguration 

In the kingdom of His power. 
Largess of His coronation, 

Royal Bounty, promised Dower. 

When the faithful there assembled 

On the Day of Pentecost, 
Rushed the wind, the place it trembled ; 

Came from Heaven the Holy Ghost ; 






566 ENGLISH HYMNS OF igTH CENTURY. 

Golden shower of consecration, 

Tongues of fire were on them shed, 

And that holy dedication 

Made an altar of each head. 

Now the festive Pentecostal 

Harvest-home of souls they keep ; ^ 
With his sickle each Apostle 

Whitening fields goes forth to reap : 
God with holy fiame from Heaven 

Writes on hearts the law of love ; ^ 
Jubilee ^ of sins forgiven 

Sounds its trumpet from above. 

Holy Ghost, divine Creator, 

Who didst on the waters move ; 
Holy Ghost, Regenerator, 

Author of all life and love ; 
Holy Ghost, Illuminator, 

Who didst then with fire baptize ; 
Holy Ghost, great Renovator, 

Come, the world evangelize. 

Not in fire from Heaven descending, 
Not in earthquake nor in shower, 

Not in wind the mountains rending', 
Now, O Lord, we seek Thy power; 



■• The Feast of Pentecost introduced the Wheat Harvest. 
2 The Law of Moses was given on Mount Sinai, fifty days after the Passover. 
8 In the Fiftieth year: so tlie Pentecost, or Fiftieth, introduces the Christian 
Jubilee, when the Apostles began to preach remission of sins to all nations. 







WHEN THE LORD OF HOSTS ASCENDED. 567 

But in holy aspirations 

Do we seek and find Thee, Lord, 
And in quiet meditations 

On Thy everlasting Word. 

With the kneeling congregation 

Thou art in the house of prayer ; 
Laver of Regeneration 

Is o'ershadowed by Thee there ; 
Thou dost shed at Confirmation 

From Thy wing a gift of Grace ; 
Eucharistic Celebration 

Has revealings of Thy face. 

Guide of erring, go before us ; 

Breeze in heat, refresh our soul ; 
Shed Thy genial lustre o'er us ; 

Balm of sickness, make us whole. 
In the hour of danger hear us ; 

After labor give repose ; 
In the days of sickness cheer us ; 

Guard in dancrer from our foes. 




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Strengthen, warm, and purify us ; 

Fiom the bands of sin release ; 
Comfort, counsel, sanctify us ; 

Give us love and joy and peace : 
Patience, faith, and resignation 

Breathe upon us with Thy Breath ; 
Give us heavenly consolation 

In the solemn hour of death. 






568 ENGLISH HYMNS OF igTH CENTURY. 

So when earth with fruit aboundeth, 

And shall angel reapers see, 
And the great archangel soundeth 

God's eternal Jubilee, 
We may join their gratulation ; 

To the Father and the Son 
And the Spirit, adoration 

Ever be, blest Three in One. 




ASCENSION DAY. 

(The last half of a hymn of ten verses.) 

T TOLY Ghost, Illuminator, shed Thy beams upon 
our eyes. 

Help us to look up with Stephen, and to see, be- 
yond the skies. 

Where the Son of Man in glory standing is at God's 
right hand. 

Beckoning on His martyr army, succoring His faith- 
ful band. 

See Him, Who is gone before us heavenly mansions 
to prepare. 

See Him, Who is ever pleading for us with prevail- 
ing prayer ; 

See Him, Who with sound of trumpet and with His 
angelic train, 

Summoning the world to Judgment, on the clouds 
will come again. 






HOLY GHOST, ILLUMINATOR. 569 

Lift us up from earth to Heaven ; give us wings of 

faith and love, 
Gales of holy aspirations wafting us to realms above ; 
That, with hearts and minds uplifted, we with Christ 

our Lord may dwell, 
Where He sits enthroned in glory in His heavenly 

Citadel. 

So at last, when He appeareth, we from out our 

graves may spring. 
With our youth renewed like eagles, flocking round 

our Heavenl}^ King, 
Caught up on the clouds of heaven, and may meet 

Him in the air. 
Rise to realms where He is reigning, and may reign 

for ever there. 

Glory be to God the Father ; glory be to God the 

Son, 
Dying, risen, ascending for us. Who the heavenly 

realm has won ; 
Glory to the Holy Spirit ; to One God in Persons 

Three, 
Glor}^ both in earth and heaven, glory, endless 

glory be. 







S70 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i^th CENTURY. 
OUINQUAGESIMA. 

I Corinthians xii. 31 ; xiii. 

J^RACIOUS Spirit, Holy Ghost, 
^-^ Taught by Thee, we covet most 
Of Thy gifts at Pentecost 
Holy, heavenly Love. 

Faith, that mountains could remove, 
Tongues of earth or Heaven above. 
Knowledge — all things — empty prove 
Without heavenl}' Love. 

Though I as a martyr bleed. 
Give my goods the poor to feed. 
All is vain, if Love I need ; 
Therefore, give me Love. 

Love is kind and suffers long. 
Love is meek, and thinks no wrong. 
Love than death itself more strong ; 
Therefore, give us Love. 

Prophecy will fade away. 
Melting in the light of day ; 
Love will ever with us stay ; 
Therefore, give us Love. 

Faith will vanish into sight ; 
Hope be emptied in delight ; 
Love in Heaven will shine more bright ; 
Therefore, give us Love. 







O HOLY GHOST, BY WHOM WE LIVE. 571 

Faith and Hope and Love we see 
Joining hand in hand agree ; 
But the greatest of the three, 
And the best, is Love. 

From the overshadowing 
Of Thy gold and silver wing 
Shed on us, who to Thee sing, 
Holy, heavenly Love. 




CONFIRMATION. 

(Three verses, the third and the last two, out of eleven. 

r^ HOLY Ghost, by Whom we live, 
^^ To Thee we praise and glory give : 
Thou blessed Spirit, Holy Dove, 
Who dost on hallowed waters move. 
By Whom in them we joined are 
To Christ, and God's own Nature share : 
Brood o'er us with the shadowings 
For ever of Thy golden wings. 

Come, ever-blessed Spirit, come, 

And make Thy servants' hearts Thy home ; 

Thus consecrated, Lord, to Thee, 

May each a living temple be. 

Enrich that temple's holy shrine 

With sevenfold gifts of Grace divine ; 

With wisdom, light, and knowledge bless, 

Strength, counsel, fear, and godliness. 






572 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i^th CENTURY. 

O Trinity in Unity, 

One only God and Persons Three, 

In Whom, through Whom, by Whom we live, 

To Thee we praise and glory give. 

O grant us so to use Thy Grace, 

That we may see Thy glorious face. 

And ever with the heavenly host 

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 



oj«<oo- 





CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER. 



Wife of the present Bishop of Derry: author of Hymns for Little Children, 
Verses for Holy Seasons, &c., and compiler of The Sunday Book of Poetry. From 
her Hyjtms Descriptive and Devotional, 1858. 



OPIRIT of God, that moved of old 
^^ Upon the water's darkened face. 
Come, when our faithless hearts are cold, 
And stir them with an inward grace. 

Thou that art Power and Peace combined, 
All highest Strength, all purest Love, 

The rushing of the might}^ wind. 
The brooding of the gentle dove ; 

Unseal the well within our hearts 

Whose fount in Heaven immortal springs ; 
Bid all our troublous fears depart. 

And soothe us with Thy quiet wings. 





O HOLY SPIRIT, COME. 573 

Come, give us still Thy powerful aid, 
And urge us on, and make us Thine ; 

Nor leave the hearts that once were made 
Fit temples for Thy Grace divine. 

Nor let us quench Thy sevenfold light ; 

But still with softest breathings stir 
Our wayward souls ; and lead us right, 

O Holy Ghost, the Comforter ! 

oo>€c?o-o 




OSWALD ALLEN. 



Born 1S16 ; a banker at Kirkby- Lonsdale, Westmoreland. Hyimis of the Christian 
Life, 1862. The following was revised for Dr. Rogers' Lyra Briiatuiica, 1S67. 



^~\ HOLY Spirit, come, 
^-^^ And Jesu's Love declare ; 
O tell us of our heavenly Home, 
And guide us safely there. 

Our unbelief remove 

By Thine almighty breath ; 
O work the wondrous work of love, 
. The mighty work of faith ! 

Come with resistless power. 
Come with almighty Grace, 
Come with the long-expected shower. 
And fall upon this place. 






574 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \^th CENTURY. 

We know Thou hast the power, 
O let that power be shown ! 
We know that this is mercy's hour, 
O make Thy mercy known ! 

We now besiege Thy throne. 
We fall before Thy face ; 
Our onl}' hope, Thy Love alone ; 
Our only trust, Thy Grace. 

Thy sceptre, Lord, extend ; 
Pity our deep distress : 
Thou art the contrite sinner's Friend ; 
Thy waiting servants bless. 

Give us the meltincj soul. 
Give us the will subdued, 
Give us the streams of Grace, to roll 
Over a heart renewed. 

We bless Thee for Thy Grace 
And Thine almighty power ; 
We bless Thee for Thy holy place. 
And this accepted hour. 




-O0j:®-;0-0- 



WILLIAM LINDSAY ALEXANDER, D.D. 

Born i8oS : Congregationalist pastor aud professor in Edinburgh, and " the great- 
est ornament of Independency in Scotland": author of various works, among them 
a few hymns. This is taken through Lyra Britaimica. The date of this is 1849. 

PIRIT of Power and Truth and Love, 
Who sitt'st enthroned in lii^ht above, 
Descend, and bear us on Thy wings 
Far from these low and fleeting things. 





SPIRIT OF POWER, TRUTH, AND LOVE. 575 




'Tis Thine the wounded soul to heal ; 
'Tis Thine to make the hardened feel ; 
Thine to give light to blinded e3^es, 
And bid the grovelling spirit rise. 

Compassed by foes on every side, 
By sin and sore temptation tried, 
Where can we look or whither flee, 
If not, great Strengthener, to Thee? 

When faith is weak and courage fails, 
When grief or doubt the soul assails, 
Who can like Thee our spirits cheer? 
Great Comforter, be ever near ! 

Like captives at their prison gate. 
We m^ourn our languishing estate : 
Thou only canst our bonds untie ; 
Great Sanctifier, hear our cry ! 

Come, Holy Spirit, like the fire, 
With burning zeal our souls inspire ; 
Come like the south wind, breathing balm ; 
Our joys refresh, our passions calm. 

Come like the sun's enlightening beam : 
Come like the cooling, cleansing stream ; 
With all Thy graces present be : 
Spirit of God, we wait for Thee. 






ENGLISH HYMNS OF i^th CENTURY. 



THOMAS BURBIDGE. 

Eleven pieces by this author are included in that very interesting Collection, 
Poems cf the Inner Life, London, .866. Of this hyoin Mrs. C. F. Alexander has 
inserted four verses in her Sunday Book of Poetry, 1864. 

PRAISE be Thine, most Holy Spirit, 
Honor to Thy Holy Name ! 
May we love it, may we fear it, 

Set in everlasting fame ! 
Honor, honor, praise, and glory, 

Comforter, Inspirer, Friend, 
Till these troubles transitory 
End in glory without end. 

By Thy hand, in secret working. 

Like a midnight of soft rain. 
Seeds that lay in silence lurking 

Spring up green, and grow amain. 
Roots which in their dusty bosoms 

Hid an age of golden days, 
Stirring with a cloud of blossoms. 

Clothe their bareness for Thy praise. 

We should sleep but Thou awakest ; 

Sometimes like a morning sun 
On the dazzled soul Thou breakest, 

Heaven at once on earth begun. 
Sometimes like a star appearing. 

Seen and lost as earth-winds blow, 
Wishing, hoping, thinking, fearing, 

Thou hast saved us ere we know. 






PRAISE BE THINE, MOST HOLY SPIRIT. 

Thou dost set the mute world speaking 

To the sinner in his sin ; 
Thou to spirits humbly seeking 

Answerest by a voice within. 
Happier souls, like fruit-trees leading 

Ordered branches o'er the wall, 
Find in Thee the solace needing. 

Shower or sunshine. Thou art All ! 

When the proud one builds a wonder 

Overshadowing the earth, 
Oft its turrets, split asunder, 

Cast the homeless wanderer forth : 
Underneath his towers derided 

Conscience lurked, as strong as hell, 
But Thine eye the times divided, 

And the spark in season fell. 



As an island in a river, 

Vexed with ceaseless rave and roar, 
Keeps an inner silence ever 

On its consecrated shore, 
Flowered with flowers and green with grasses ; 

So the poor through Thee abide, 
Every outer care that passes 

Deepening more the peace inside. 

Led by Thee, the loving pastor. 

Anxious night and weary day, 
In the footsteps of his Master 

Seeks the sheep that run astray ; 







578 ENGLISH HYMNS OF iqTH CENTURY. 

Glad to warm, and glad to cherish, 
With a faithful tender tongue 

Cheers the weak ones near to perish. 
Gently leads the ewes with young. 

When our heart is faint Thou warmest, 

Justifiest our delight ; 
Thou our ignorance informest, 

And our wisdom shapest right ; 
Thou in peace dost keep, defendest 

In the hour of doubt and strife ; 
Thou beginnest and Thou endest 

All that Christians count of life. 

Gracious Spirit, Spirit Holy, 

Take our spirits unto Thee ; 
Fain we would be happy, lowly : 

Make us as we fain would be ! 
'Tis not our own will approves us ; 

If we praise or if we sue, 
'Tis Thine own kind Spirit moves us. 

For 'tis Thine to will and do. 

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ANONYMOUS. 

From The MoniJdy Packet^ a magazine now edited by Miss Yonge, which has 
long " maintained the reputation of being the best Church Monthly for Young Per- 
sons." These sonnets are founded on Collects for certain days. 

O. COME, Consoler ! vivifying Dove ! 
And o'er our hearts, with sins and sorrows rife, 
Stretch forth Thy hovering wings, as erst above 
The dim abyss of elemental strife, 





O COME, CONSOLER. 579 

Fraught with Creation's mission, Thou didst move, 

Evoking morning from primordial night. 
E'en thus o'ershadowing in the might of Love, 

Create anew our souls to life and light. 
Enlightener, come ! and with Thy conquering fire 

Enkindle the sweet flame of charity. 
And fervent zeal, that ne'er shall halt or tire. 

And love that taught the martyrs how to die ; 
Yea, with Thy seven blest gifts our hearts inspire. 

Till earth recedes, and Heaven seems drawing 
nigh. 




EIGHTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

(~\ HOLY Ghost, Whose pitying Providence 
^^ Doth temper all things, both in heaven and 

earth, 
We pray Thee, Lord, with Thy blest influence, 

To rule our spirit, by the second birth 
Regenerate, and dead to things of sense ; 

That we henceforth, redeemed from sin and 
wrath, 
May labor to fulfil all excellence. 

All fruit of love in patience bringing forth. 
Nor let the leaven of hypocrisy 

With empty hopes our carnal hearts inflate ; 
But teach us so on earth to mortify 

The flesh, with its desires inordinate, 
That we, in meekness and all purity. 

At length may enter by the narrow gate. 






580 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i()TH CENTURY. 



TWENTY-THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 

GOD, our Strength, our Refuge in the hour 
Of tears, of trembling, and of tribulation, 
Our Light in darkness, and our Fortress-Tower, 
Our Help, our Shield, the Rock of our salvation : 

O Holy Spirit, with Thy guiding power, 
Grant us to walk as worthy our vocation ; 

Yea, o'er our path Thy gifts as dew-drops shower, 
And save us in the day of visitation. 

And let us labor, looking for the day 

When Christ our Righteousness, from Heaven 
descending. 
Shall come again in glorious majesty ; 

When, clothed with immortality, the clay 
TransfifTured shall awake to life unending-, 
" While death is swallowed up in victory I " 



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HERBERT KYNASTON, D.D. Born 1S09. 

Rector of St. Nicholas Cole Abbey, London, and Prebendary of St. Paul's: from 
his vigorous Occasional Hytnns, C'riginal and Translated, 1862. 



SILENCE IN HEAVEN. 

/""^OME, Holy Ghost; the Lamb has broke 
^-^ The hidden Scripture's seals ; 
Yet from the Throne no thunders woke. 
No golden trumpet peals : 






HOLY SPIRIT! LONG EXPECTED. 581 

Mysterious rest of Light represt, — 

As when the day was won, 
The sun stood still on Gibeon's hill, 

The moon on Ajalon ! 

'Tis silence still in all the heaven, 

Above, below, around ; 
The angels with the trumpets seven, 

Who stand prepared to sound. 
The saint before the golden shrine. 

The River by the Tree, 
And where the pictured harps recline 

Upon the glassy Sea. 

Hold fast the Rock, thou little flock, 

So fainting, and so few ; 
Lift, lift your hands, — the angel stands 

With incense lit for you : 
Those prayers shall be a cloudy sea. 

From myriad censers hurled ; 
Earth's utmost space your meeting-place. 

Your upper- room the world. 




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JOHN SAMUEL BEWLEY MONSELL, LL.D. 

Born iSii. 

vicar of Egham, Surrey, and Rural Dean: author of Parish Musings, Spiritual 
Songs, and several other books. The hymns here given are from his Hyvtns of Love 
and Praise for the Church's i'car, 1863. 

Canticles ii. 14. 

T TOLY Spirit ! long expected, 

Come, Thou slow-returning Dove, 
And the olive-branch rejected 
O bring with Thee from above ! 





582 ENGLISH HYMNS OF igrn CENTURY. 

Holy Spirit ! 
Let the savor 
Of Thy favor 
Comfort all our hearts with love ! 

Comforter of those in sorrow, 

Guide to those who go astray ! 
Teacher, all Whose lessons borrow 
Light from what the Lord did say ; 
Holy Spirit ! 
Let Thy guiding, 
Grace providing, 
Lead us upward into Day ! 

O Thou Advocate ! ^ Whose pleading 

Wins back those whose souls have erred, 
While, for sinners interceding, 
Christ their Advocate ^ is heard ; 
Holy Spirit ! 
Let Thy praises 
Help to raise us 
Nearer to the Eternal Word ! 

Praise to God, the glorious Giver ! 

Praise to Christ, the Gift bestowed ! 
Praise to Thee, the Spirit ! ever 
Make our hearts Thy blest abode. 
Holy Spirit ! 
Dwell within us, 
Gentl}'' win us 
Back, in Thy good time, to God ! 

1 John xiv. 16. 2 I John ii. i. 







THE HEART'S GARDEN. 583 



Isaiah xlv. 8. 

f~^ IFT of the Father's living Love, 

^■^^ Hope of the Saviour's dying prayer ! 

Drop gently on me from above 

With the soft dewdrops of Thy care ; 
Refresh me with Thy bounteous Grace, 
And make my heart Thy dwelling-place ! 

The hateful weeds of sin destroy. 
The bloom of Paradise restore ; 

With beauty bless it, and with joy 
Fill its waste places evermore ; 

Refresh it with Thy bounteous Grace, 

And make it Thine own dwelling-place ! 

It is the garden of the Lord, 

But all unfit for Him to see. 
Until its tangled paths, restored 

To their primeval grace by Thee, • 
Become the ways where He will walk. 
And by me sit, and with me talk. 

O blessed Spirit ! on me rest. 

And in me evermore abide ; 
What I should be Thou knowest best. 

What I most need Thou canst provide ; 
Refresh my drooping soul with Grace, 
And make it God's own dwelling-place. 







584 ENGLISH HYMNS OF k^th CENTURY. 
THOMAS DAVIS. 

Incumbent of Roundhay, Yorkshire. From his Hymns Old attd New, 1864. 

/^OME, Holy Spirit, come, 
^-^ Mercies revealing ; 
Make every heart Thy home ; 

Quicken its feeling. 
Then shall our songs ascend, 
Breathing glad love, and blend 
With notes that never end, 

Through Heaven pealing. 

Come like the morning light 

Tranquilly beaming, 
Chasing the shades of night. 

Waking the dreaming. 
So the sweet peace from Thee 
Shall for the spirit free 
Like a calm river be 

Ceaselessly streaming. 

Come, Holy Spirit, come, 

Thou that delightest 
Gladness to give for gloom, 

And all invitest. 
Let every mourner go 
Where healing waters flow, 
And love and pleasure know 

Purest and brightest. 







ETERNAL SPIRIT, THEE WE PRAISE. 




MISS B. E. BISHOP. 

In Lyra Eucharistka, 1863. Verses 5 and 6 of a hymn of eight, to the 
Trinity. 

EUCHARISTIC THANKSGIVING. 

"TT /E give Thee thanks, Good Spirit, 

' ' For Thy life-giving power. 
Shining with mystic splendor's light 

In eucharistic hour. 
O teach us how to worship God 

As angels do on high, 
And join our loved communion with 

Their altars in the sky. 

We thank Thee, Holy Spirit; 

Rise Thou within our hearts ; 
Illuminate the m3^stery 

This Sacrament imparts. 
O sanctity the offerings 

We bring our God to-day ; 
Reveal Thy glorious presence, 

And teach us how to pray. 



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ANONYMOUS. 

J. S. Juvenile Hyinn-Book, 1862. I find it in The Primitive Methodist Sab- 
bath School Hym7t-Book^ 1864. 



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T^TERNAL Spirit, Thee we praise 
^—^ Order from chaos Thou didst raise. 
Upon m}^ darkness brightly shine. 
Vouchsafe the Light of Life divine. 





586 ENGLISH HYMNS OF igrn CENTURY. 

'Tis Thine the Father to reveal, 
'Tis Thine the child of God to seal, 
'Tis Thine the Son to glorify, 
'Tis Thine the soul to sanctify. 

Thou canst my stubborn will subdue. 
Thou canst my evil heart renew, 
Thou canst my every foe o'ercome : 
Descend and make my heart Thy home. 

The seers of old Thou didst inspire, 
The Apostles crown with holy fire ; 
O Fount of Life ! O Source of Good ! 
Come, fit my soul to dwell with God. 




FOR THE YOUNG. 

From the same. 

r\ LORD, Thy Holy Spirit send, 
^^ To be our Counsellor and Friend 
This promised blessing we would claim 
In our exalted Saviour's name. 

Spirit Divine ! Th}^ Grace impart 
To guide and sanctify each heart : 
To us the things of Christ display, 
And lead us in the narrow way. 

Enable us to learn Thy Truth, 
And by Thy Grace direct our youth. 
O may Thy power Thy Word attend, 
And on our souls like dew descend. 






THOU BLESSED SPIRIT, BY WHOSE AID. 

'Tis not by our own might or skill 
That we can know or do Thy Will : 
But Thou the appointed means wilt bless 
With Thine own power and great success. 

O may Thy blessing like a shower 
From Heaven upon our bosoms pour. 
And may Thy copious floods of Grace 
Descend on all our youthful race. 





THOU BLESSED SPIRIT. 

From R. H. Bavnes' Canterbitry Hymnal, 1S63. Altered by him from another 
piece, to me unknown. 

npHOU blessed Spirit, by Whose aid 

Life's path is safely, trod, 
Its varied scenes and duties made 
True progress home to God : 

Come to our hearts, Lord, and abide 

A welcome Guest therein : 
Help to withstand assaults of pride, 

To fight and conquer sin. 

The Grace and Peace of Christ reveal, 

His everlasting Love ; 
Disperse the doubts that would conceal 

Our hope of Rest above. 

Come with the joy Thy Love imparts. 

Sweet sense of sin forgiven : 
With patience fill our restless hearts, 

And guide us home to Heaven, 






588 ENGLISH HYMNS OF igTH CENTURY. 



O SPIRIT, LORD AND GOD. 

From E. Monro's Supplementary Hyimts, Leeds, 1864, The refrain is to be 
used after each verse. 

r\ SPIRIT, Lord and God, 

^~^ Come dwell and rest with me, 

And kindle here the fire 

Of living love to Thee. 
For I Thy child have been 

Through all my youthful days, 
Since at the fount of Love 
I first received Thy Grace. 
For I am weak, alone. 

And need Thy present power 
Through life's uncertain daily strife. 
And through my dying hour. 

O Fount of Life and Peace, 

Flow through xny thirsting soul ; 
Sustain a holy life 

Until I reach the goal. 
When I grow faint, refresh : 

When I have erred, renew : 
When I am dull, shed forth 

The showers of Thy dew. 

O Beam of livini'" Li^ht, 

Sun of my shadowed way, 
Pour forth upon ray soul 

The brightness of Thy ray. 
And when the Tempter's power 

Shall too successful be, 
O pierce those mists of sin, 

And bid those shadows flee. 






O SPIRIT, LORD AND GOD. 589 

O Breath which Jesus breathed 

Upon His Church of yore, 
Fill me with heavenly Life, 

As Thou hast done before. 
May every day I live 

Be sacrificed by me, 
That when those days are past, 

I still may be with Thee. 

O Dove Who singeth peace. 

Lull every passion here ; 
Raise me when I am faint. 

Encourage when I fear. 
The music of Thy voice 

Shall give my spirit rest. 
If Thou wilt deign to make 

This heart of mine Thy ne?t. 

O Thou Who once didst move 

Upon the watery waste. 
And gave Creation's work 
Of life and joy to taste ; 
Each rite divine move o'er, 

Move through my every prayer ; 
Grant in Communion's hour 
I still may find Thee there. 
For I am weak, alone. 

And need Thy present power 
Through life's uncertain daily strife, 
And through my dying hour. 







590 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i^th CENTURY. 



DAVID THOMAS, D.D. 

Pastor of " Stockwell Congregational Church," and author of various books. 
From his very interesting Collection, The Augustine Hynzn-Book, iS66. 

John i. 32. 

(~\ SPIRIT, descend as the beams of the morn, 
^■^^ In the brie^htness of God our natures adorn. 
Come down as Thou didst on chaos of old ; 
Bring forth those creations Thy prophets foretold. 

O Spirit, descend as the rain and the dew, 
That the beauties of Eden may spring up anew. 
Come down as the wind on the dry bones of old. 
Breathe Life into souls that are withered and cold. 

O Spirit, descend as on Pentecost hour, 

When thousands that met were changed b}^ Thy 

power : 
Come down as a fire from Thy altar above, 
And kindle within us the flames of Thy Love. 

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W. R. PERCIVAL. 

A clergyman in East London. He contributed three hymns to The Aitgustz}i£ 
HyntH-Book, 1866. 

THE SPIRIT OF LIBERTY. 

2 Cor. iii. 17. 

T TNSEEN Spirit, Lord of Life, 
^^ Teach us Thee in all to see : 
Strengthen for the glorious strife 
All who seek Thy liberty. 





THE SPIRIT OF LIBERTY. 

Thou hast formed the earth and skies ; 

All thino-s fair and brio-ht are Thine. 
Make us in Thine image rise, 

Let us in Thy glory shine. 

From Thee come the gifts of men ; 

All the might of mind Thou hast : 
New dost Thou make all ao-ain, 

Filling future, present, past. 
Time and space are forms of Thee, 

Dwelling in Eternity : 
The meek heart Thou makest free 

In Thy Love's immensity. 

Thou art Health and Peace and Power 

In Thy life of mighty Love : 
From Thee is our spirit's dower : 

Thou dost raise to thincrs above. 
Beauteous is Thy Holiness ; 

On us let Thy Beauty be : 
From Thy fulness Thou dost bless, 

Giving us our all in Thee. 

All Thy works and ways are good : 

Order is Thy living Law. 
By Thee Christ poured out His Blood ; 

Thou to Him our hearts dost draw. 
In Thy Life atoned we are. 

Children of our Father's Love : 
Thou dost call Thy sons from far 

To our native Home above. 



591 







592 ENGLISH HYMNS OF i()TH CENTURY. 




All our glory is of Thee, 

Source of sanctity and Grace : 
Like to Christ we all shall be 

When we see Him face to face. 
Let us see Thy glory now 

In the face of Him who died, 
That we all to Thee may bow, 

Pardoned, healed, and purified. 



"THE LAW OF THE SPIRIT OF LIFE." 

Romans viii. 2. 



OPIRIT of Life and Light, 
*^ Whose Mind is Law, 
Make us in Thee delight ; 
All to Thee draw. 

We are Thine own offspring : 

O make us pure ! 
Into Thy Kingdom bring ; 

Make our call sure. 

The heavens are Thine abode, 

The earth and sea ; 
All being from Thee flowed ; 

We dwell in Thee. 

Let us be born again 
By Thy great might : 

May we with Thee remain 
In glorious Light ! 






LET THY WONDROUS WAY BE KNOWN. 593 
A. JACKSON. 

A deacon of Dr. Thomas' parish, now dead. From The Augustine Hymn-Book^ 1866. 

"HEAR MY PRAYER, O LORD." 

T ET Thy wondrous way be knowil, 
^-^ And let every nation own 
Thou art God, and Thou alone. 
Spirit, hear our prayer. 

Let each one Thy glorious Name 
Magnify, and spread Thy fame, 
And Thy Love let all proclaim. 
Spirit, hear our prayer. 

Let the nations join to sing, 
And let hallelujahs ring 
To the righteous Judge and King. 
Spirit, hear our prayer. 

Then shall blessings from Thy hand 
Fall in showers upon our land, 
And the world in rapture stand. 
Spirit, hear our prayer. 

Shine upon us, God of Grace ! 
From Thy holy dwelling-place 
Deign to bless our fallen race. 
Spirit, hear our pra3'er. 








594 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \^th CENTURY. 



JOSEPH TRITTON. 

The date of tliis is 1861. I take it from the Psalms and Hyjmts of the Eng- 
lish Presbyterians, iSS;. 



OPENING A PLACE OF WORSHIP. 

OPIRIT of Glory and of Grace, 
^^ Thy favor we entreat ; 
Thou true Shekinah of the place 
Where true disciples meet. 

O let the labor of our hands 

Be precious in Th}^ sight ; 
And long as this our temple stands 

Thy Presence be its Light. 

Here float the gospel-banner wide 

O'er faithful hearts and brave ; 
And here, O Jesus crucified ! 

Come forth in power to save. 

Make bare Thine arm, Thou King of saints, 

To bring dead souls to life ; 
And when Thy children's courage faints 

Renew them for the strife. 

No Bochim this — no place of woe. 

But Pisgah's holy steep. 
Where dying ones their heaven shall know, 

Ere yet they fall asleep : 

While we who live shall urge the race, 

If Jesus be but here : 
Spirit of Glory and of Grace, 

Revealing Christ, appear ! 






GOD THE SPIRIT, WE ADORE THEE. 595 



SAMUEL JOHN STONE. 

Curate of Windsor, and author of Lyra Fidel'mtn : Twelve Hymns on ike 
Twelve Articles of the Apostles' Creed, iS66; a little volume of merit and im- 
portance. 

"I BELIEVE IN THE HOLY GHOST." 

"The Lord is that Spirit." 

/""^GD the Spirit, we adore Thee, 
^-^ In the trinal Godhead One, 
One in love and power and glory 
With the Father and the Son ; 
Prayer and praise to Thee we bring, 
Our devotion's ofteringf. 

Once the desolate world-ocean, 

Quickened from its long deatli-sleep, 

Woke to light and life's emotion 
At Thy brooding o'er its deep : 

Spirit, ever may Thy breath 

Quicken us from sleep and death ! 

Holy Fount of Inspiration, 

By Whose gift the great of old 

Spake the Word of Revelation 
Marvellous and manifold, 

Grant to us who see and hear 

Reverence of eye and ear. 

Priceless Gift of Christ for ever, 
Righteousness and Peace and Joy, 

Which the evil world, that never 
Can receive, cannot destroy : 








59^ ENGLISH HYMNS OF iqrn CENTURY. 

Shall the Church or faint or fear 
While the Comforter is near? 

Author of our new creation, 

Giver of the second birth, 
May Thy ceaseless renovation 

Cleanse our souls from stains of earth, 
And our bodies ever be 
Holy temples meet for Thee. 

When we wander. Lord, direct us, 
Keep us in the Master's way. 

Let Thy strong, swift sword protect us. 
Warring in the evil day ; 

Paraclete for every need, 

Come to strengthen and to lead ! 

Come, Thy glorious gifts providing, 
Foretaste of the future now ; 

Bring that sweet sense of abiding 
Thou canst give, and only Thou. 

One in Thee, we shall be one 

In the Father and the Son. 

Amen. 

JAMES GRANTHAM FAITHFULL. 

Vicar of Cheshunt, Herts. From his Coiifirmatioit Hy7nns, 1867. 

DAY OF CONFIRMATION. 

f~\ THOU Whose special work it is 
^^ The things of Christ to men to show, 
And make the souls, by purchase His, 
Their blessings of salvation know : 






CONFIRM A TION. 



Shed from Thy calm celestial light 

One sweetly-penetrating ray, 
That every eye may see how bright 

Our solemn consecration day. 

Were not the souls of these our 3'outh 

Once hoi}' temples fit for Thee ? 
O make them now to feel in truth 

The glory of their infancy. 

The spirit meek, submissive, mild, — 
Such blessing may it still be theirs ! 

The simple trusting of the child, 
O is it lost in after years? 

Not if Thy power subduing be shed ! 

Then make such light on these to shine : 
By Thee belief is perfected. 

Subjection of our reason Thine. 

Spirit of Truth and Knowledge true, 
Spirit of life and light and power, 

Thou only canst the soul renew : 
Be this Thine own renewing hour. 

Spirit of Christ, Thy Grace bestow ; 

Be Thou our Guide, our Strength, our Stay 
And make us by Thy presence know 

How blest our consecration day. 







59^ ENGLISH HYMNS OF k^th CENTURY. 



GERARD MOULTRIE. 

Vicar of South Leigh, near Oxford, and one of the editors of The People's 
Hyimial, 1S&7. 

VENI, JAM VENI CONSOLATOR. 

r^OME Thou, O come ; 
^-^ Sweetest, and kindliest. 

Giver of tranquil rest 
Unto the weary soul ; 

In all anxiety 

With power from heaven on high, 

Console. 

Come Thou, O come ; 

Help in the hour of need, 
Strength of the broken reed, 

Guide of each lonely one ; 
Orphans' and widows' stay. 
Who tread in life's hard way 

Alone. 

Come Thou, O come ; 

Glorious and shadow-free. 

Star of the stormy sea. 
Light of the tempest-tost ; 

Harbor our souls to save 

When hope upon the wave 

Is lost. 

Come Thou, O come ; 
Joy in life's narrow path, 
Hope in the hour of death, 







GOD THE FATHER, GOD THE WORD. 599 




Come, blessed Spirit, come ; 
Lead Thou us tenderly, 
Till we shall find with Thee 

Our home. 



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RICHARD FREDERICK LITTLEDALE, D.C.L. 



From The People'^s Hymnal, 1S67. 



LITANY OF THE HOLY GHOST. 

r^OD the Father, God the Word, 
V-^ God the Holy Ghost adored, 
Blessed Trinity, One Lord ; 
Spare us, Holy Trinity. 

Holy Spirit, wondrous Dove, 
Dew descending- from above, 
Breath of Life, and God of Love ; 
Hear us. Holy Spirit. 

Lord of strength and knowledge clear, 
Wisdom, godliness sincere, 
Understanding, counsel, fear; 
Hear us. Holy Spirit. 

Giver of Love, meekness, peace. 
Patience, pureness, faith's increase, 
Mercy, joy that cannot cease ; 
Hear us, Holy Spirit. 






6oo ENGLISH HYMNS OF k^th CENTURY. 

Teacher of all innocence, 
Goodness, virtue, temperance, 
In temptation strong defence ; 
Hear us, Holy Spirit. 

Strength of age, and Guide of youth, 
Lord of tenderness and ruth, 
Leader into perfect Truth ; 
Hear us, Holy Spirit. 

Thou Who, overshadowing 
Blessed Mary with Thy wing, 
Madest her to bear the King ; 
Hear us, Holy Spirit. 

Thou Who brooding o'er the wave 
Poured the stains of sin to lave, 
Comest in the font to save ; 
Hear us, Holy Spirit. 

Thou, Whose might from Heaven shed 
On the Wine and on the Bread, 
Bringeth to us Christ our Head ; 
Hear us, Holy Spirit. 

Lightener of eyes that seek, 
Thou Who pleadest for the weak 
With those groans no tongue may speak ; 
Hear us, Holy Spirit. 

From sin's dark and woeful night. 
From the world and vain delight, 
From the devil and his might ; 
Save us, Holy Spirit. 







SPIRIT BLEST, WHO ART ADORED. 6oi 

From all pride and heresy, 
From all lack of purity, 
From the tempter's enmity ; 
Save us, Holy Spirit. 

Thou, with Thine own cleansing dew, 
Our polluted hearts renew. 
Hearken ever as we sue, 

We pray Thee, Holy Spirit. 

Thou with Thine own union bind 
Soul and hod^y , heart and mind. 
In peace with God and all mankind. 
We pray Thee, Holy Spirit. 

That we never quench Thy grace. 
But at last may reach the place 
Where shines Jesu's glorious Face, 
We pray Thee, Holy Spirit. 



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THOMAS BENSON POLLOCK. 



From his Metrical Litanies, 1S7&. The refrain, "Hear us, Holy Spirit," is 
meant to be added to each, stanza. 



Part I. 



OPnUT blest, Who art adored 
^ With the Father and the Word, 



One eternal God and Lord, 
Hear us. Holy Spirit ! 






6o2 ENGLISH HYMNS OF k^th CENTURY. 

Spirit of the Only Wise, 

Thou in Whom all knowledge lies, 

Reading all with searching eyes : 

Spirit guiding to the right, 
Spirit making darkness light, 
Spirit of resistless might : 

Spirit Who dost fear impart, 
Giving love to every heart. 
Making mortals what Thou art : 

Thou by Whom in days of old 
Men did write as they were told. 
And the truths of Heaven unfold : 

Thou by Whom the Virgin bore 
Him Whom Heaven and earth adore. 
Sent our nature to restore : 

Spirit falling like a dove 
From the opened skies above, 
With the Father's power and love : 

Spirit, by Whose gifts of Grace 
Jesus blessed our fallen race, 
Raising them from lowly place : 

Comforter, when Jesus rose. 
Promised to be sent to those 
He was leaving with their foes : 

Thou Whom Jesus from His throne 
Gave to cheer and help His own, 
That they might not be alone : 







SPIRIT BLEST, WHO ART ADORED. 603 

Thou Whose power inspiring came, 
Falling down like tongues of flame, 
Where they met in Jesus' name, 
Hear us, Holy Spirit ! 

Part II. 

Comforter, to Whom we owe 
All that we rejoice to know 
Of our Saviour's work below : 

Thou Whose sound Apostles heard, 
Thou Whose power their spirit stirred. 
Giving them the living Word : 

Thou Whose Grace the Church does fill. 
Making Jesus present still. 
Showing her God's perfect will : 

Coming with Thy power to save. 
Moving on baptismal wave, 
Raising sinners from their grave : 

Thou by Whom our souls are fed 
With the true and living Bread, 
Even Him Who for us bled : 

Spirit, showing us the way. 
Warning when we go astray, 
Pleading in us when we pray : 

Spirit, Whom our failings grieve, 
Whom the world will not receive, 
Who dost help us to believe : 







6o4 ENGLISH HYMNS OF \^th CENTURY. 

Spirit, guarding us from ill, 
Bending right our stubborn will ; 
Xhough we grieve Thee, patient still : 

Holy Ghost, wlien sinners fall, 

And when snares their souls enthrall, 

Leading back with gentle call : 

Spirit, bidding terror cease, 
When from sin we pray release, 
Bidding us to go in peace : 

Calming Spirit, always nigh. 

Helping our infirmity 

When in lonely doubt we lie : 

Spirit, Strength of all the weak, 
Giving courage to the meek. 
Teaching faltering tongues to speak : 

Spirit aiding all who yearn 
More of Truth divine to learn. 
And with deeper love to burn : 

Spirit, Fount of faith and joy. 
Giving peace without alloy, 
Hope that nothing can destroy : 

Source of love and lin-ht divine, 
With that hallowing Grace of Thine, 
More and more upon us shine. 







SPIRIT OF LOVE, BE IN OUR HEART. 605 

Holy, loving as Thou art, 
Come and live within our heart, 
Never from us to depart. 

May we soon, from sin set free, 
Where Thy work may perfect be, 
Jesu's face with rapture see. 
Hear us, Holy Spirit ! 




TWELVE FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. 

GaLATIANS v. 22, 23. 



From Resting-Places : a Manual of Christian Doctrine^ Djity, and Deiwiian, 
1870: edited by this author's brother, the Rev. James S. Pollock. 



OPIRIT of Love, be in our heart, 

^^ And make us loving as Thou art ; 

And grant us holy Joy to find 

In loving God and all mankind. 

So in our hearts Thy Peace be known, 

And in our lives its power be shown. 

In davs of trial make us strong 

To bear our cross and Suffer long: 

Give Gentleness in heart and mind, 

A voice and manner always kind : 

And mav our inward feeling lead 

To Goodness shown in word and deed : 

May we in Faith on God rely. 

And judge our neighbor hopefully. 






6o6 ENGLISH HYMNS OF igrn CENTURY. 




In Meekness may our hearts be still, 
And yield to all our Father's will. 
And ma}^ we, strong in Patience^ bear 
What God may send of grief or care. 
May Modesty of thought ensure 
That all our lives be Chaste and pure : 
May Temperance with careful rein 
And Continence our flesh restrain. 



-o-oj^oo- 



EDWARD WILTON EDDIS. 



A member of the Irvingite body, and compiler of their Hyinjis for the Use of the 
Churches, 1864: Second edition, enlarged, 1871. These noticeable volumes contain 
many lyrics of his own : of which this one bears date 1S6S. 



OPIRIT of Christ, Thou speakest 
*^ On earth His living word : 
Again Thy voice of warning. 

Thy song of praise, is heard. 
« 
Thou in Thy Love restorest 

The riches of Thy Grace, 
And pourest Thine anointing 

On all who seek His face. 



Help us with Him in meekness 
To tread the path of shame : 

To keep His word of patience. 
And not deny His name. 






HOLY GHOST, THIS DAY DESCENDING. 607 

Few upon earth, and strangers, 

We follow, day by day, 
Where He has trod before us. 

The strait and narrow way. 

But soon the word of witness 
Shall sound from land to land ; 

And in the hour of darkness 
The wise shall understand : 

When through the fires of judgment 
And through the waves of strife. 

The saints of God returning 
Shall pass from death to Life ; 

And as the stars of Heaven, 

As sand upon the shore, 
His holy ones, unnumbered. 

Shall rise to fall no more. 

oojsecjoo 




JAMES GABB. 

Rector of Bulraer. From his Hymns and Songs of Pilgrim Life, 1871. 

WHIT-SUNDAY. 



TTOLY Ghost, this day descending 

On Thine infant Church to bless, 
Tongues to the Apostles lending, 
God's great mercy to express : 






6o8 ENGLISH HYMNS OF k^th CENTURY. 



To their inward sight unfolding 

All the mystery of Love, 
Which, His majesty withholding, 

Brought the Saviour from above : 

Every heart with ardor filling 

Jesus' Name to glorify : 
Dews of heavenly Grace distilling, 

Holy influence from on high : 

Consecrate us now with fitness 
For the work we would fulfil : 

Be in us a living Witness 
Of the Father's perfect will. 

With a word of truth in season, 
Thou our waiting souls inspire ; 

Purge our sense, inform our reason, 
Raise our minds with pure desire. 

Fill us with a holy passion 
Souls of dying men to save : 

Let our walk and conversation 
Christ for its example have. 

On the world, which shadows darken, 
Shed the glory of Thy light: 

May repentant souls that hearken 
To Thy voice, receive aright 

All the promises, whose beauty 
Makes the trusting spirit glad ; 

Ma}^ they seek the path of duty, 
Choose the good and flee the bad : 







WHO BUT THOU, ALMIGHTY SPIRIT. 609 

While the earth and sky and ocean, 
Gladdened with Thy saving rays, 

Murmur songs of deep devotion. 

And all creatures hymn Thy praise. 

O descend, in might and blessing, 

Holy Spirit, from above ! 
Till the world. Thy Grace confessing. 

Praise Thee, Lord of light and love. 




-o-oJjScJoo- 




ANONYMOUS. 



"Eriphas," in the Eva7igelical Magazine, 1821. This was overlooked in its 
proper place, being found only in Nettleton's Village Hymns, New York, 1824. 



"\T 7HO but Thou, almighty Spirit, 

' ' Can the heathen world reclaim? 
Men may preach, but till Thou favor, 
Heathens will be still the same : 

Mighty Spirit ! 
Witness to the Saviour's Name. 

Thou hast promised by the prophets 

Glorious light in latter days : 
Come, and bless bewildered nations, 
Change our pra3^ers and tears to praise 

Promised Spirit ! 
Round the world diffuse Thy rays. 
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6lO ENGLISH HYMNS OF i^TH CENTURY. 



All our hopes, and prayers, and labors 
Must be vain without Thine aid : 

But Thou wilt not disappoint us. 
All is true that Thou hast said : 

Faithful Spirit I 
O'er the world Thine influence shed. 








AMERICAN HYMNS. 



ANONYMOUS. 



From Gospel Melodies : By the A utkor of Several Fugitive Pieces. Peters- 
bnrg, Va., 1821. This is a paraphrase of Anne Steele's hymn on p. 119. 



"Tj^TERNAL Spirit, wilt Thou dwell 
^-^ Within my bosom's sinful cell? 
And can a Saviour send to me 
A holy Comforter like Thee? 

When in mv doubts and dancjers blind 
Despair has darkened all my mind, 
Eternal Spirit ! didst Thou deign 
'Mid all my darkness to remain? 

To guide me through the mental night 
Till Grace restored the living light : 
To save me by Thine equal power 
In every darksome, doleful hour? 

When some kind promise cheers my heart 
And bids each lingering fear depart, 
Sweet Spirit ! it must be Thy voice 
That makes that faltering heart rejoice. 






6l2 AMERICAN HYMNS. 

Jesus, what bids me call Thee mine? 
Sure 'tis the Comforter divine ! 
He animates my heart's desires, 
My faith sustains, my love He fires. 

O sacred Spirit, with me stay ! 
Sustain me till that glorious day 
When faith no more shall time employ, 
Lost in the certainty of joy ! 




-o-oj<8><oo- 



LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY, 1792-1865. 

This familiar hymn appeared in Dr. Nettleton's Village Hymns^ New York, 
1824 ; and afterwards, somewhat altered, in Joshua Leavitt's Christian Lyre, 1830, 
where it is untruly stated to have been " Written for the Lyre." In both it is marked 
" H." I credit it to Mrs. Sigourney on the authority of Mr. Daniel Sedgwick. 



"O LEST Comforter Divine ! 
"^ Whose rays of heavenly Love 
Amid our gloom and darkness shine, 
And point our souls above : 

Thou, Who with "still small voice" 
Dost stop the sinner's way. 
And bid the mourning saint rejoice, 
Though earthly joys decay ; 

Thou, Whose inspiring Breath 
Can make the cloud of care, 
And even the gloomy vale of death 
A smile of glory wear ; 






SPIRIT OF HOLINESS, DESCEND. 

Thou, Who dost fill the heart 
With love to all our race, 
Blest Comforter ! to us impart 

The blessings of Thy Grace. 

ooJaEr^o-o 





SAMUEL F. SMITH, D.D. 

Editor, with Baron Stow, of tlie Baptist Psalmist, 1843 : it contains 26 hymns 
by him. 

OPIRIT of Holiness, descend ! 
^~-^ Thy people wait for Thee : 
Thine ear in kind compassion lend ; 
Let us Thy mercy see. 

Behold, Thy weary Churches wait 

With wishful, longing eyes : 
Let us no more lie desolate : 

O bid Thy light arise. 

Thy light that on our souls hath shone 

Leads us in hope to Thee : 
Let us not feel its rays alone, 

Alone Thy people be. 

O bring our dearest friends to God, 

Remember those we love ; 
Fit them on earth for Thine abode. 

Fit them for joys above. 

Spirit of Holiness, 'tis Thine 

To hear our feeble pra3'er ; 
Come, for we wait Thy power divine ; 

Let us Thy mercy share. 





6l4 AMERICAN HYMNS. 




THOMAS HASTINGS. Bom 1784. 

From his Devotional Hymns, 1850. 

r\ SPIRIT of Holiness, breathe 
^-'^ On every lone dwelling afar, 
Surrounded by shadows of death 

And regions of guilt and despair. 
O breathe on each desolate place 

Where darkness and sorrow are found, 
Till millions our Saviour embrace, 

And songs of deliverance abound. 

O breathe on those heralds of Thine 

Who speak in the name of the Lord ; 
And cause Thy salvation to shine 

Wherever they publish Thy Word. 
Thou, Thou art our Hope and our Trust, 

We look to Thy influence alone 
To crumble the idols in dust 

And set up Thy heavenly throne. 

O let the rich dews of Thy Love 

Abroad on the nations distil, 
Till thousands the influence prove, 

Till all shall submit to Thy Will. 
Now hasten that hallowed hour 

When error and darkness shall flee ; 
And the honor and glory and power 

Shall ever be given to Thee. 






CREATOR SPIRIT! COME AND BLESS US. 615 




WILLIAM CROSWELL, D.D., 1804-1851. 

Rector of Christ Church and the Advent, Boston. His Poems appeared 1861. 

/'"CREATOR Spirit ! come and bless us ; 
^-^ Let Thy love and fear possess us ; 
With Thy graces meek and lowly 
Purify our spirits wholly. 
Paraclete, the name Thou bearest, 
Gift of God the choicest, dearest, 
Love, and Fire, and Fountain Living, 
Spiritual unction giving. 
Shower Thy benedictions seven 
From Thy majesty in heaven. 

Be the Saviour's Word unbroken, 
Let Thy many tongues be spoken ; 
Iri our sense Thy Light be glowing, 
Through our souls Thy Love be flowing ; 
Cause the carnal heart to perish, 
. But the strength of virtue cherish. 
Till, each enemy repelling, 
And Thy peace around us dwelling, 
We, beneath Thy guidance glorious, 
Stand o'er every ill victorious. 






6l6 AMERICAN HYMNS. 




RAY PALMER, D.D. Bora 1808. 



Secretary of the Congregational Union at New York. His Hymns and Sacred- 
Pieces appeared 1865. 



o 



HOLY Comforter, 
I hear 

Thy blessed name with throbbing heart, 
Pressed oft with sorrow, sin, and fear, 
And pierced with many a venomed dart : 
Come, Messenger divine. 
Come, cheer this heart of mine. 

O Holy Comforter, 
I know 
Thou art not to dull sense revealed ; 
Thou com'st unseen as the sweet flow 
Of the soft wind that woos the field : 
Breathe, Messenger divine. 
Breathe on this soul of mine. 

O Holy Comforter, 
Thy Light 
Is light eternal and serene ; 
Shine Thou, and on my ravished sight 
VisLons shall break of things unseen : 
Come, Messenger divine, 
Make these bright glimpses mine. 






O THOU, WHOSE INFLUENCE WAKES. 617 

O Holy Comforter, 
Thy Love 
O'erfloweth as the flooding sea ; 
Give me its tenderness to prove, 
Visions shall break of things unseen : 
Come, Messenger divine, 
Make these bright glimpses mine. 

O Holy Comforter, 
Thy Grace 
Is life and help and hope and power : 
By this I can each cross embrace, 
Can triumph in the darkest hour : 
Come, Messenger divine, 
The strength of Grace be mine. 

O Holy Comforter, 
Thy peace. 
The peace of God, impart and keep 
Unrufiied till life's tumults cease, 
And all its angry tempests sleep : 
Come, Messenger divine, 
Thy perfect peace be mine. 

ooj^^oo 





ANONYMOUS. 

From the New York Church fuan^ s Monthly Magazine, July, 1856. It is there 
said to be " Selected." 

f^ THOU, Whose influence wakes 
^"^^ The soul to praise and prayer. 
Whose voice of consolation breaks 
Through sin and death's despair ! 





6l8 AMERICAN HYMNS. 

Come, with Thy gifts of heavenly Love, 
Holy, uncreated Dove ! 
Speak to the trembling tempest-tost — • 
Light of ancient Pentecost. 

As once Thou didst of old 

Descend in cloven flame 
With sacred influence manifold. 

So spread the Saviour's name. 
Come to our holy Mother's heart, 
The gift of speech to her impart. 
To win the weary, wandering, lost — 
Spirit-tongue of Pentecost. 

With sin and fear opprest, 

Could we life's journey make 
Without Thy presence, heavenly Guest, 

Our confidence to wake? 
Come when our days are young and fair, 
Teach us the way to Heaven by prayer, 
Ere beauteous youth in age be lost — 
Blessed Dove of Pentecost. 




HOLY GHOST, THOU SOURCE OF LIGHT. 

From the Andover Sabbath Hyjiin-Book, 1858. 

TTOLY Ghost, Thou Source of Light ! 
■^ -^ We invoke Thy kindling ray : 
Dawn upon our spirits' night, 
Turn our darkness into day. 






SPIRIT, POURED ON PENTECOST. 619 

To the anxious soul impart 

Hope, all other hopes above ; 
Stir the dull and hardened heart 

With a longing and a love. 

Give the struggling peace for strife, 
Give the doubting light for gloom ; 

Speed the living into life, 

Warn the dying of their doom. 

Work in all ; in all renew 

Day by day the life divine ; 
Ail our wills to Thee subdue, 

All our hearts to Thee incline. 




SPIRIT, POURED ON PENTECOST. 

^xom Hym7is for Church and Hojne, Philadelphia, i860: preliminary edition, 1839. 

OPIRIT, poured on Pentecost, 
^^ Paraclete and Holy Ghost, 
Resting on the Eternal Son, 
Holy, uncreated One ! 
Breath of Life, Thine aid impart; 
Waken every slumbering heart, 
Every grovelling soul refine 
With Thy Power and Grace divine. 

.Sanctifier, seal our hearts 
With the Truth Th}^ Word imparts : 
Sacred truths and themes instil, 
And Thy pleasure all fulfil. 






620 AMERICAN HYMNS. 

There let Christ replace His throne, 
And possess us for His own, 
Till our bodies all shall be 
Temples to Thy Deity. 

Everlasting Spirit, come, 
Teach us life's imperfect sum. 
All on earth is dark and drear, 
Changeful as the changing year : 
Raise our thoughts from things of earth, 
Subjects of a better birth ; 
And our song shall be of Thee 
Through a blest eternity. 




FOR INWARD PEACE. 

P'rom Hyjmis of the Spirit, Boston, 1864. 

/^ FOR a heart of calm repose 
^^ Amid the world's loud roar, 
A life that like a river flows 
Along a peaceful shore ! 

Come, Holy Spirit, still my heart 

With gentleness divine : 
Indwelling peace Thou canst impart, 

O make that blessing mine ! 

Above these scenes of storm and strife 
There spreads a region fair : 

Give me to live that higher life. 
And breathe that heavenly air ! 






O SPIRIT OF THE LORD OF HOSTS! 

Come, Holy Spirit, breathe that peace ! 

That victory make me win : 
Then shall my soul her conflict cease, 

And find a heaven within. 

o-oJScJao 




BISHOP WILLIAM PINKNEY, D.D. 

Now Assistant Bishop of Marj'land. From his Soiigs for the Seasons, /ro7>t 
Advent to Trittity : New York, 1865. 



MONDAY IN WHITSUN WEEK. 

r\ SPIRIT of the Lord of Hosts ! 
^"'^ We feel Thy presence near ; 
Not more in gifts miraculous, 
Than in the first warm tear 

That gathers on the eye of faith, 
When by the font we stand ; 

Or when, in Confirmation robes, 
We grasp the sword in hand. 

Thy first great gifts were wonderful, 
Breathed on a faithful few ; 

But now Thy sevenfold gifts descend 
Like sparkling drops of dew. 

Within the vineyard, where the vines 

Creep o'er the trellis fair, 
And with rich clusters recompense 

The dresser's watchful care. 







622 AMERICAN HYMNS. 

There are diversities of gifts 

Now, as in days of yore ; 
But still the Lord works all in all, 

As once He wrought before. 

One Gift there is surpassing all 
Earth's glories, O how far ; 

It floats along life's firmament 
Like evening's ruling star. 

It sheds its light on all alike, 

Who look by faith, to see 
The wonders streaming silently 

Through that deep azure sea. 

It is a Gift which all may share. 
From prince to peasant rude ; 

It glows not more in palace halls 
Than in dark solitude. 

It is the Gift of Love divine, 
Which all may covet here. 

From those who bask in sunny smiles 
To those who drop a tear. 

Wisdom may die, and knowledge cease, 

And miracles may fail ; 
The gift of tongues, and healing too, 

And prophecy's sad wail ; 

But Love remains the heart to cheer. 

Its marvels to renew ; 
And o'er the darksome vale it sheds 

A bright celestial hue. 






O SPIRIT OF THE LORD OF HOSTS! 623 

O Spirit of the living God ! 

Breathe on us from above 
This rarest, noblest Gift of Thine, 

This cherub flame of Love. 

We seek not wisdom, knowledge, power; 

We ask not fame or wealth ; 
We seek not pleasure's brimming cup ; 

We ask not flush of health ; 

For these, though treasures rich indeed, 

When loaned to us awhile. 
Can never give the bliss we crave. 

The soul's bright inner smile. 

We ask for love, the bird of peace 

That sings the livelong hour. 
And fills with music's sweetest note 

Earth's ruined, faded bower. 

We ask, when faith and hope shall fail, 

To hear that music still, 
And, with this bird within the soul, 

To rest on Zion's hill. 

O give us then the grace to wait 

Thine own appointed time. 
Till these dull hearts of ours shall be 

Of love the golden shrine. 







624 



AMERICAN HYMNS. 




JOHN HENRY HOPKINS. 



Of Burlington, Vermont. From his Carols, Hy7nns, a}id Songs, 1863. This 
fine poem "was written in 1S60 or earher." 



"D LOW on, Thou mighty Wind ! 

^■^ The cloven tongues descending, 

Fanned by Thy dewy Breath, shall blaze and burn, 

A sacred Flame unending. 

Soon shall that Fire behold 
Vile earth transformed to tine wrought gold ; 

And gloom of shadowy night 
That Flame shall kindle into light : 
Therefore, Thou mighty Wind, blow on. 



Blow on, Thou mighty Wind, 

And waft to realms unbounded 
The notes of Faith and Hope and tender Love 

The Gospel trump hath sounded. 

Those sweetly piercing tones. 
That charm all wars and tears and groans, 

Through earth and sea and sky 
Upon Thy rushing wings shall fly ; 
Therefore, Thou mighty Wind, blow on ! 

Blow on. Thou mighty Wind ; 

For tempest-tost and lonely 
The Church upon the rolling billows rides, 

And trusts in Thy Breath only. 






BLOW ON, THOW MIGHTY WIND! 625 

She spreads her swelling sails 
For Thee to fill with favoring gales, 

Till through the stormy sea 
Thou bring her Home where she would be ; 
Therefore, Thou mighty Wind, blow on. 

Blow on, Thou mighty Wind, 

On hearts contrite and broken, 
And bring in quickening power the gracious 
words 

That Jesu's lips have spoken. 

Lo then, from death and sleep, 
The listening souls to life shall leap ; 

Then Love shall reign below, 
And Joy the whole wide world o'erflow : 
Therefore, Thou mighty Wind, blow on. 

To God, the Father, Son, 

By all in earth and heaven, 
And to the Holy Spirit, Three in One, 

Eternal praise be given : 

As once triumphant rang 
When morning stars together sang, 

Is now, as aye before, 
And shall be so for evermore, 
World without end. Amen. Amen. 




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626 



AMERICAN HYMNS. 




FOR REUNION. 

A verse from his Processio7tal for the Reunion of Christendom. 

/^OME, O God the Holy Ghost ! 
^-^ O strong Wind, with thunder, 
Blow, till all our scattered host 

Part no more in sunder. 

Light, O Flame all glorious. 
Light once more Thy tongues of fire : 
Breathe on us, till Thou inspire 

Thine own Love victorious. 







INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



(This is of necessity very meagre and partial, aiming to indicate, not the chief 
attributes and ordinary operations of the Spirit, which are celebrated everywhere 
throughout this volume, but merely some of His more especial relations, occasionally 
noticed.) 

Creation : g, 205, 340, 354, 416, 421, 445, 497, 528, S43> S9S- 

Analogies of Nature: 135, 142, 308, 479, 590. 

The Bible: 115, 334, 359, 361. 392. 595. 

The Church : 112, 278, 293, 362, 4S0, 490, 540, 626. 

Extension of Christ's Kingdom: 16, 375, 444, 472, 519, 520, 537, 

609, 613, 614, 624. 
The Ministry: 448, 462, 477. 

Public Worship: 373, 404, 441, 464, 470, 485, 499, 594. 
Baptism : 372. 399. 
Confirmation : 447, 531, 571, 596. 
Holy Communion: 335, 336, 529, 585. 
Pentecost: 13, 45-102, 299. 

Whit-Sunday: 264, 311, 383, 402, 446, 458, 491, 512, 565, 607. 
Ascension : 56S. 
For the State: 251, 293, 333. 
,, Young: 476, 586. 
,, Sick : 467. 
Friendship: 330. 
Faith, Hope, and Love: 469. 
Love: 570. 
Peace : 620. 
The Third Hour: 8. 
The Ninth Commandment: 144. 
The Beatific Vision: 396. 
Meekness: 548. 
Simplicity : 452. 
Consistency: 143.291,338. 
Pknitence: 294, 297, 33S. 
Preparation for Death: 237-239,305,541. 
Invitation: 130,131 
Vanity of Earth: 194, 193, 523. 
Pilgrimage: 150, 151. 
Progress: 138, 554. 
Litanies: 303, 599, 601. 
The Spirit and the Letter: 132, 487. 

unlimited: 136, 417, 418, 497, 556, 357, 590. 

omnipresent: 126. 

of the Fathers: 10, 275. 

OF Law: 392. 

grieved: 121, 137, 302, 303, 312, 331-353, SSS. 
The Gladdener: 116, 133. 136, 242, 527. 







INDEX OF AUTHORS. 



LATIN. 

PAGE 

Adam of St. Victor . . . 54,211-222 

Ambrose? 45,47,198,199 

Charlemagne? 167-180 

Hilary? . . So> 52 

Hildebert 222 

Hildegarde 207, 208 

Notker 58? 201,203 

Robert II. of France .... iSi-igo 

Unknown . 49, 53, 57, 191-197, 200, 201, 

205, 210, 563, 598 

GREEK. 

St. Cosmas 61 

St. John Damascene 60 

St. Joseph of the Studium .... 62 

Unknown 59 

ITALIAN. 

Bianco da Siena 225 



GERMAN. 

BoGATZKY, Charles Henry. . . 112 

Bruhn, David 272 

Crasselius, Bartholomew . . . 109 

Frank, John 25S 

Gerhardt, Paul .... 111,242-255 

Gregor, Christian 267 

Lavater, John Caspar .... 274 

Luther, Martin 230-241 

Neander, Joachim 260, 263 

Schirmer, Michael 256 

Schmolk, Benjamin 264 

Spitta, Charles J. P 275, 278 

Tersteegen, Gerhard .... 269, 270 



DANISH. 

PAGE 

Christensen 2S0 

Unknown 281-284 



FRENCH. 

GuiON, Jeanne 285. 2S6 

Malan, Cesar 2S6, 287 



ENGLISH. 



Tr. following an author's name indicates 
that he appears in tliis volume as a translator 
only: following the number of a given pagje, 
thjit the hymn thereon is translated from an- 
other language. 

Addison, Lancelot 312 

Alexander, Cecil Frances . . 91, 572 
Alexander, John Henry . . . 138-140 
Alexander, William Lindsay . . 574 

Alford, Henry 4S4 

Allen, Oswald 573 

Allen, William ? 472 

Arnold, Jane E., ^r. .... 286,287 

Auber, Harriet 141 

Austin, John . . . . 183 ^n, 307-310 

Barclay, John 127, 129 

Bathiirst, William Hiley. 9-12,453-456 
Beaumont, Joseph . . . . 71,304,305 
Beddome, Benjamin . 122, 134, 413-415 
Benedict, Erastus C, ir. ... 203 

Bishop, B. E 585 

Blenkinsopp, Edwin L., tr. . . 197 
Blew, Wra. J. 5, 50 tr., 192 tr., 213 tr. 







INDEX OF AUTHORS. 



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PAGE 

Bonar, Horatius . . 195 ir., 537-543 

Bridges, Matthew 507 

Bronte, Anne 498 

Browne, J. E 495 

Browne, Simon 78,318,421 

Bunting, William Maclardie . . 487 

Bmbidge, i'homas 576 

Buinliam, Rxhard 419 

Burton, John 6 

Butterworth, Joseph H 531 

Cambridge, Ada 144 

Cainpbe'.l, Robert . . 65, 179 ^r., 187 tr. 
Caswall, E. . 45 ir., 184 ir., 220 ir , 508 

Cennick, Jolm 370-372 

Chambers, John David, tr. . . 57, 58 

Chandier, John, ^r 199,200 

Charles, Elizabeth, ir. . . . . 212 

Cobbin. Ingram 135 

Conder, Josiah .... -23, 465 

Coney, Thomas 321 

Cosin, John, tr. 171 

Cotterill, Thomas .... 90,429,430 
Coverdale, Myles . 231 tr., 237 tr., 291 
Cowper, Maria Frances . . . 409,411 
Cowper, William, tr. . . . . 285, 286 

Cox, Frances E., tr. 274 

Cox, George V 63 

Craig, James 324 

Crewdson, Jane 142, 199 ir. 

Crippen, T. G., tr. 208 

Croly, George 522 

Croswell, William 615 

Davif.s. Samuel 390 

Davis, Thomas 584 

Dayman, Edward A..,ir. ... 47 

Dix, William C , tr. S9-6i 

Doddridge, Philip 37S-380 

Drummond, William, ir. ... 169 

Dryden, John, tr. 175 

Duffield, Samuel W., tr. ... 218 

Dunderdale, R 452 

Dunn, Samuel 561,562 

Edijis, Edward Wilton .... 606 

Edmeston, James 470,471 

Elliott, Charlotte 466-46S 

Evans, Jonathan 404 

Kvans, Robert Wilson . . ■ 543-549 

Faber, Frederic W. . 1S6 tr., 503, 505 
Faithfull, James Grantham . . . 596 



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Fallow, Eliza Jones 461 

Fawcett, John 121 

Fellows, John 399, 401 

Flasher, John 519 

Ford, Charles Laurence .... 66 
For-syth, Christina 532, 534 

Gabb, James . . .... 607 

Gadsby, WiLiam ... . . 432 

Gibbons, Thomas 130 

Gill, Thomas H. . . 100, loi, 147-159, 

550-559 

Gough, Benjamin 13-16 

Grimani, Julia C 494 

Gurney, Archer Thompson ... 93 

Hall, C. Newman 535 

Hammond, William .... So, 376 

Harding, John 493 

Harrison, Thomas 323 

Hart, Joseph 82, 382-386 

Harvie, Christopher 6g 

Haslam, S. B 132, 133, 446 

Hastings, Thomas 614 

Haweis, Thomas .... 20, 407-409 

Hawker, Robert 437 

Heber, Reginald 446 

Herbert, Daniel 426 

Herbert, George 299-303 

Herrick, Robert 305 

HoUis, Benjamin S 499-502? 

Hopkins, John Henry . . . 624,626 

Hull, William W 461 

Humphreys, Eliza 94, 529 

Irons, Joseph 433-435 

JaCOBI, John Christian, tr. . 233, 242 

Jackson, A 593 

Jones, Joseph 48 1.483 

Judkin, Thomas J 459,460 

Keble, John .... 96, 98, 447-450 

Kelly, Thomas 19 

Kempenfelt, Richard .... 395, 396 

Kempthorne. John 428 

Kennedy, Benjamin Hall? tr. . 270 
Kinwelmersh, Francis .... 294 
■ Kynaston, Herbert . . . 205 ir., 5S0 

Leifchild, John 485 

Littledale, Richard F. 95, 207 tr., 210 ir., 

225 ir., 599 





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PAGE 

Lowe, Henry 44s 

Lynch, Thomas Toke . . • 524-529 

Mackav, Margaret 521 

Mant, Richard 469 

Mason, John n6 

Massie, Richard, ^r. . 111,239,240,258, 

275, 278 

Medley. Samuel, 406 

Meeres, Nathaniel 484 

Monsell, John S. B 5S1, 583 

Montgomery, James .... 442-444 
Montgomery, Robert .... 497, 498 

More, Henry 21,73,307 

M<irgan, Arthur Middlemore . . 160 
Moultrie, Gerard, tr. 598 

Neale, James ....... 394 

Neale, John Mason . 8, 62 tr.^ 188 tr., 

201 t>-., 491 

Neville, S. C. E 463, 464 

Newman, John Henry, tr. , . . 19S 

Noel, Baptist W.? 457 

Noel, Charlotte Margaret . . 107, 560 

Onderdonk, Henry Ustic . . . 131 
O'Neile, Henry 477 

Palmhr, Ray 1S9 tr., 616 

Pattison, Samuel 416, 417 

Pearson, Charles B., tr. . . . . 53, 54 

Pei'cival, W. R 590, 592 

Pinkney, William 621 

Pollock, Thomas Benson . . 601, 605 
Pott, Francis, tr. 563 

Rawlet, John 311 

Rawson, George 516,518 

Rawson, Tliomas 3S0 

Reed, Andrew 439, 440 

Row, Thomas 436 

Russell, Arthur Tozer 234 tr., 238 tr, 

510-516 
Ryland, John 118,405 

ScH^FFER, Charles W., tr. . . 263 
Scott, Elizabeth ...... 392 

Seagrove, Robert 373.375 



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Sigourney, Lydia Huntley . . . 612 

Smith, Samuel F 613 

Sparks, William Prescott . . . 479 

Spenser, Edmund 298 

Steele, Anne ng 

Stewart, John 427 

Stocker, John 403 

Stone, Samuel John 595 

Tait, Gilbert, tr. 28a 

Tate, Nahum, tr. 174 

Tayler, Charles B 535 

Taylor, Jeremy 72 

Teate, FaithfiiU 114 

Thomas, David 590 

Thrupp, Diana A 476 

Thrupp, Joseph ¥.1 tr. . . . . 194 

Tomkins, Henry George .... 523 

Tonna, Charlotte E 462 

Toplady, Augustus M. 17, 245 tr., 38S, 390 

Tritton, Joseph 594 

Vaughan, Henry 75 

Vennard, Richard 295 

Washburn, Edward A., tr. 52, 216, 222 

Watts, Isaac 315-317 

Wesley, Charles 23-39,83-90, 123-127, 

3 ^^-369 

Wesley, John 21,303 

Wesley, Samuel, Jr 327 

Williams, Isaac 49 tr., 177 tr., igi tr., 
193 tr., 201 tr., 488-490 

Williams, John, tr 17S 

Williams, William 3S7 

Willison, John 393 

Winkworth, Catharine, tr. 109, 112, 235, 

247-257. 261, 264, 269 

Wither, George .... 67, 168 tr. 

Woodd, Basil 425 

Wordsworth, Christopher . 136,565-571 
Wright, John 325 

Unknown, tr. 172, 241, 267, 272, 281-284 
Unknown, 143, 292, 297, 319, 402, 419, 431, 

45°. 45i> 457i 45S. 472-475- 47S, 492. 
S20, 564, 578-580, 5S5-SS9, 609, 6n, 
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LATIN HYMNS. 

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Adeste, siimma Caritas .... 563 
Adsis, superue Spiritus . . . 193-197 
Alminii Flanieii, Vita mundi . . . 205 

Amor Patris et Filii 210 

Anni peractis mensibus 57 

Aud'mmr ; alma Spiiitus .... 49 

Beata nobis gaudia 5", 52 

Eva musa die quaeso 53 

Jam Christiis astra ascenderat 45, 47, 80 

Laiides Deo devotas 58 

Lux jiiciinda, lux insignis .... 54 
Nunc sancte nobis Spiritus . . 19S, 199 
O Foils amoris Spiritus . . . 200, 201 
O ignis Spiritus Paracliti . . . 207, 208 
Saucti Spiritus adsit .... 201, 203 

Simplex in essentia 216, 218 

Spiritus sancte, pie Paraclite . . . 222 
Veni, Creator Spiritus .... 167-180 
Veni, Creator Spiritus, Spiritus 

Recreator 211 

Veni, jam veni. Consolator . . . 598 
Veni, Sancte Spiritus .... 181-190 
Veni, summe Consolator .... 213 
Veni, superne Spiritus .... 191, 192 



GERMAN HYMNS. 

Brunquelt, aller Giiter .... 258 
Dir, dir, Jehovah, will ich singen . 109 
Geist des Glaubens, Geist der Stirke 275 
Hochgelobter Geist und Herr . . 267 
Komm, Gott, Schbpfer .... 240, 241 
Komm, heiliger Geist .... 230-235 
Konini, O komm, du Geist . . 260, 263 

Nun bitten vi-ir 236-239 

O du allersuszste Freude . . . 242-248 
O Geist des Herrn 274 



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O Gott, O Geist 269, 270 

O heil'ger Geist, kehr'bei uns ein . 256 
O komm, du Geist der Wahrheit . 278 
SchmUckt das Fest niit Maien . . 264 
Wach auf, du Geist ...... 112 

Zeuch ein zu deinen Thoren . . 249, 253 



ENGLISH HYMNS. 

Above the starry spheres .... 45 

Alas these pilgrims faint and worn . 151 

All laud and worship o"er the earth 58 

Almighty Comforter and Friend . 540 

Almighty Spirit, we 436 

And art Thou grieved .... 302, 303 

And where shall Mother's bosom . 44S 

And will the mighty Gdd .... 51S 

As blows the wind 135 

At Pentecost, illustrious day ... 78 

Author of every work divine . . . 340 

Awake and blow. Thou purest Wind 370 

Awake, awake, Thou Sprit sweet . 325 

Awake, Thou Spirit, Who of old . 112 

Away with our fears 123 

A year's swift monihs have passed . 57 

Be joyful in the Lord, ye lands . . 140 

Be our support, O Ho'y Ghost . . 2S3 

Blessed Spirit, that preparest . . 548 

Blessed Spirit I Thou Who deignest 466 

Blest be the God Who men inspired 132 

Blest Comforter, Balm of the . . 492 

Best Comforter, come. Lord . . 234 

Blest Comforter Divine .... 612 

Blest Comforter, Who didst inspire 513 

Blest God, that once m fiery tongues 3S3 

Blest Harbinger of future joys . . 401 

Blest Spirit, from the Eternal Sire . 4S7 






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Blest Spirit of Truth, eternal God . 384 

Blest Spirit, One with God above . igg 

B!ow on, 'I'hou mighty Wind . . 624 

Breathe, descending Holy Spirit . 394 

Breathe, Holy Spirit, from above . 475 

Brethren, let us join to raise . . . 143 

Bright Presence ! may my soul . . 147 

But who shall comfort 107 



Christ had regained the sky . . 47 
Christ our Sun on us arose ... 95 
Come, b!essed Spirit, descend . . 312 
Come, blessed Spirit, Source of light 414 
Come. Creator Spirit high . . . 212 
Come, deck our feast to-day . . . 264 
Come, descend, O heavenly Spirit . 3S0 
Come down, O Love divine . . . 225 
Come from the four winds, O Breath 14 
Come, heavenly Spirit, come . . . 192 
Come, heavenly Spirit, come, Kind 195 
Come, holy, celestial Dove . . . 338 

Come, Holy Ghost 331, 332 

Come, Holy Ghost, and warm . . 419 
Come, Holy Ghost, celestial Dove . 323 
Come, Ho!y Ghost ! come. Lord . 233 
Come, Holy Ghost, Creator, come. 174 
Come, Holy Ghost, eternall God . 294 
Come, Holy Ghost, eternal God . 172 
Come, Holy Ghost, in love . . . 1S9 
Come, Holy Ghost, my soul inspire 469 
Come, Holy Ghost, on us . . 515,516 
Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts . . 334 
Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire 171 
Come, Holy Ghost ; the Lamb . . 580 
Come, Holy Ghost, the Maker . . 168 
Come, Holy Ghost, Thine influence 336 
Come, Holy Ghost, Thou heavenly 393 
Come, Holy Ghost, Thou Lord . . 362 
Come, Holy Ghost, Who ever One 198 
Come, Holy Spirit ! calm my mind 427 
Come, Holy Spirit, come and . 307, 309 
Come, Holy Spirit, come, Let Thy 382 
Come, Holy Spirit, come, Mercies . 584 
Come, Holy Spirit, come ; O hear . 476 
Come, Holy Spirit, come, With energy 413 
Come, Holy Spirit ! from the height 186 
Come, Holy Spirit, God and Lord . 235 
Come, Holy Spirit, God of might . 292 
Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove 317 
Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove 318 




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Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Guest 371 
Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Power 375 



Come, Ho'y Spirit, Love d.vme 
Come, Holy Spirite, most blessed 
Come, Holy Spirit, mystic Dove 
Come, Holy Spirit, now descend 
Come, Hoy Spirit, send down . 



Come, Holy Spirit, with Thy Grace 203 

Come, mighty Spirit, penetrate . . 538 

Come, mild and holy Dove . . . 309 

Come, O come. Thou quickening . 263 

Come, O God the Holy Ghost . . 626 

Come, O promised Comforter . . 514 

Come, O Spirit, graciously . . . 197 

Come, O Spirit, Lord of Grace . . 187 

Come, Spirit from above .... 191 

Come then, and dwell with me . . 356 

Come, Thou all-inspiring Spirit . . 365 

Come, Thou almighty Comforter . 426 

Come, Thou beatific Spirit . . . 357 

Come, Thou Creating Spirit blest . 177 

Come, Thou everlasting Spirit . . 335 

Come, Thou heavenly Spirit pure . 194 

Come, Thou Holy Paraclete . . . 188 

Come, Thou, O come 598 

Come, Thou soul-transforming . . 404 

Come, Thou Spirit of contrition . 336 

Come to our poor nature's night . . 516 

Come to Thy temple here on earth . 249 

Come, ye who desire 16 

Comforter, to Whom we owe . . . 603 

Creator, Holy Ghost, descend . . 169 

Creator Spirit, by Whose aid. . . 175 

Creator Spirit ! come and bless us . 615 

Creator Spirit, come 178 

Creator Spirit, Holy Dove . . . 240 

Creator Spirit, Lord of Grace . . 179 



Day divine ! wlien sudden streaming 100 
Dear Comforter of pious souls . . 324 
Dear Dove, Thy prisoner may I be 114 
Dear Lord, and shall Thy Spirit rest 119 
Deep Spirit of divinest calm . . . 498 
Descend, celestial Dove, And make 399 
Descend, celestial Dove, In every . 372 
Descend, immortal Dove .... 378 

Descend from Heaven 385 

Do we only give Thee heed . . . 155 
Draw, Holy Spirit, nearer. . . . 278 
Drink deep of the Spirit .... 127 



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Earnest of future bliss .... 388 

Enthroned on high, Almighty Lord 20 
Ere Nature, lovely child, arose . .416 

Ere the world, with light invested . 9 

Eternal Former of the holy mind . 497 

Eternal, Holy Spirit, bend . . . 485 

Eternal Spirit, by Whose power . 453 

Eternal Spirit, come 349 

Eternal Spirit, let me know . . . 435 

Eternal Spirit, Lord of Light . . 461 

Eternal Spirit, mighty Lord . . . 406 

Eternal Spirit, Source of good . . 414 

Eternal Spirit, Source of light . . 390 

Eternal Spirit ! Source of Truth . 429 

Eternal Spirit, Thee we praise . . 585 

Eternal Spirit 1 'twas Thy Breath . 392 

Eternal Spirit, we confess .... 316 

Eternal Spirit, wilt Thou dwell . . 6n 

Exceeding faithful in Thy word . . 67 

Expand Thy wings, celestial Dove . 354 




Fain would I mount 390 

Father, admit our lawful claim . . 33 

Father, glorify Thy Son .... 26 

Father, if Justly still we claim . . 21 

Father, if Thou my Father art . . 23 

Father of everlasting grace ... 85 

Father of our dying Lord .... 25 

Fountain of Life, most pure . . . 479 
Fountain of Love, Thj'self true God 503 

Fountain of sweets ! Eternal Dove 304 

Full of weakness and of sin . . . 12 

Genial Spirit, earth's Emotion . 205 

Gentle Spirit, waft me over . . . 395 

Gift of the Father's living Love . 583 

Gladsome feast ! 52 

Glory, Holy Ghost, to Thee . . . 490 

God Holy Ghost, teach us in faith . 284 

God of all consolation 363 

God of peace and consolation . . 467 

God the Father, God the Word . . 599 

God the Spirit, we adore Thee . . 595 

God the Spirit, we aspire .... 529 

Grace Increate 508 

Gracious, free, and sovereign Spirit 478 

Gracious Spirit, Dove divine . . . 403 

Gracious Spirit, dwell with me . . 524 

Gracious Spirit, from on high . . 521 

Gracious Spirit, Holy Ghost . . . 570 

Gracious Spirit, Source of bliss . . 463 



Granted is the Saviour's prayer . 
Great Spirit, by Whose mighty . 
Great Spirit of Immortal Love . 
Great Spirit, like a rushing wind 



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■ 83 

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■ 379 
. 499 

Hail, blessed Source of holy Light 452 

Hail, Father of the poor .... 193 

Hail, Holy Ghost, Jehovah, Third 327 

Hail, Holy Spirit, bright immortal. 421 

Hail the joyful day's return ... 65 

Hasten, hasten, sweetest Dove . . 396 

Health of the helpless' 213 

Hear all the Saviour's cry ... . 34 

Hear, gracious Sovereign .... 379 
Hear, Holy Spirit, Fount of Sweetness 563 

Hear, Holy Spirit, hear .... 328 

Heavenly Spirit, may each heart . 470 

He 's come ! let every knee be bent 319 

He Who with His mighty hand . . 61 

His Holy Spirit dwelleth .... m 

Holiest Source of consolation . . 457 

Holy Comforter, Who guidest . . 46S 

Holy Ghost, anointing Dove . . . 371 

Holy Ghost, apply Thy word . . 363 

Holy Ghost, by Him bestowed . . 355 

Holy Ghost, come down .... 505 

Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness . . 245 

Holy Ghost, divine Creator (v. 4) . 566 

Holy Ghost, Illuminator .... 568 

Holy Ghost, inspire our praises . . 425 

Holy Ghost, regard our prayers . . 362 

Holy Ghost, remove the grief . . 357 

Holy Ghost, the Comforter . . . 417 
Holy Ghost, the Infinite \_see Come 

to our poor nature's night]. 

Holy Ghost, the power inspire . . 356 

Holy Ghost, this day descending . 607 

Holy Ghost, Thou God and Lord . 267 

Holy Ghost, Thou satest brooding . 543 

Holy Ghost, Thou Source of Light 618 

Holy Ghost, Thy power impart . . 464 

Holy Ghost, we know Thou art . . 356 

Holy Ghost, we look to Thee . . 432 

Holy Ghost, Whose fire celestial . 431 

Holy Ghost, Whose potent word . 501 

Holy Ghost, Who us instructest . . 513 

Holy Ghost, with grace inspire . . 358 

Holy Ghost, with light divine . . 439 

Holy Gift, surpassing 62 

Holy, sanctifying Dove 350 

Holy Spirit, come renew me . . . 471 





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Holy Spirit, dwell in me . 
Holy Spirit ! dwell with me 
Holy Spirit, Fount of blessing 
Holy Spirit, fnim on high . 
Holy Spirit, gently come . 
Holy Spirit, given . . . 
Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove 
Holy Spirit, heavenly Witness 
Holy Spirit ! long expected 
Holy Spirit, Lord of Light 
Holy Spirit, mystic Dove . 
Holy Spirit, now descend . 
Holy Spirit, once again . . 
Holy Spirit, Source of Light 
How dare we pray Thee . 

I WILL not leave you comfortless 
I would not grieve my dearest Lord 
In the houre of my distress . . 

Inspired by Thee 

Inspirer of the ancient seers . . 

Jehovah, let me now adore Thee 

Jesus is gone up on high . . . 

Jesus, Lord, in pity hear us . . 

Jesus, our exalted Head . . . 
Jesus, plant Thy Spirit in me 

Jesus, we hang upon the word . 

Jesus, we on the word depend . 

KiNDLER of seraphic fire . . . 



Leave us not comfortless .... 23 

Let songs of praises fill the sky . , 90 

Let Thy wondrous way be known . 593 

Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song . 299 

Lord, am I precious in Thy sight . 157 

Lord God, by Whom all change . 554 

Lord God, the Holy Ghost . . . 442 

Lord, show Thy glory, as of old . 11 

Lord, 'twas a time of wondrous love 134 
Lord, when we come at Thy dear call 557 

Love of Father and of Son . . . 210 



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551 
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456 
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481 
419 
261 
535 
450 

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305 
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May Thy Spirit, bright and holy 
Midnight clouds are rolled away 
Mighty Comforter, to Thee . 

My faith is weak 

My soul doth magnify the Lord 



Nay, startle not . . 
Not bound by chains 



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539 
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116 

69 
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Now Christ ascends above the skies 
Now crave we of the Holy Ghost 
Now is the Church's joyous feast 
Now may the Spirit's holy Fire . 
Now our prayers are heard on high 
Now pray we all God .... 
Now prompt, O Muse, the fitting 

O Breathe upon this languid . 
O come, Consoler, vivifying Dove 
O Comforter, Thou uncreated Fire 
O enter, Lord, Thy temple . . 
O Fire of God the Comforter 
O for a heart of calm repose . . 
O for that flame of living fire 
O for those solitary hours . . . 
O God of love and power . . . 
O God, O Spirit, Light of all . 
O God, our Strength, our Refuge 
O God, when wilt Thou come . 
O heavenly Spirit of especiall power 

O holy Comforter 

O Holy Ghost, by Whom we live 
O Holy Ghost, the Comforter 
O Holy Ghost, Thou God of peace 
O Holy Ghost, Thy heavenly dew 
O Holy Ghost, we praise Thy Name 
O Holy Ghost, Who didst descend 
O Holy Ghost, Who down . . 
O Holy Ghost, Whose pitying . 
O Holy Spirit, assist me . . . 
O Holy Spirit, blessed Comforter 
O Holy Spirit, come, And Jesu's 
O Holy Spirit, come With energy 
O Holy Spirit ! Comforter Divine 
O Holy Spirit, enter in . . . 
O Holy Spirit, Lord of Grace . 

O Holy Spirit, now 

O Holy Spirit, now descend on me 
O Holy Spirite, our Comfortoure 
O Holy Spirit, send .... 
O Holy Spirit, Who art One . 
O Holy Spirit, Who didst shed 
O Holy Spirit, with '1 hy Grace 
O inexhaustive Fount of Light 
O invincible Compeller . . 
O Lord, Thy Holy Spirit send 
O Lord, Thy wing outspread 
O love ye the Spirit indwelling 
O Messenger of dear delight . 
O pious Paraclete ! O Holy Spirit 



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239 
512 
3/3 

49 
238 

53 

46s 
578 
208 

253 

207 

620 

10 

507 
8 
269 
580 
139 
295 
616 

571 
495 
490 

274 
SCO 
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550 
579 
297 
286 

573 
472 

534 
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200 
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532 
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519 
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460 
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O sacred Spirit, within my soul repeat 311 

O smitten soul 153 

O Son of God 160 

O Spirit, descend 590 

O Spirit, Fount of Love .... 201 

O Spirit, Lord and God .... 588 

O Spirit of Holiness, breathe . . 614 

O Spirit of Love 493 

O Spirit of our spirit 560 

O Spirit of Remembrance, tell . . 529 

O Spirit of the living God, In all . 444 

O Spirit of the living God, Whose 520 

O Spirit of the Lord of Hosts . . 621 

O Spirit sweet and pure .... 55S 

O Thou eternal Spright .... 307 

O Thou meek and injured Dove . 352 

O Thou propitious Paraclete . . . 321 

O Thou sweetest Source of gladness 242 

O Thou that hearest prayer ... 6 

O Thou Who by the Lord wast given 511 

O Thou Who by Thy Blood ... 37 

O Thou, Whose influence wakes . 617 

O Thou Whose special work it is . 596 

O turn, most Holy Spirit, turn . . 451 

Once more the Christian Pentecost 45S 

Once the soft dews of night ... 94 

One the descending Flame ... 96 

Our blest Redeemer 141 

Our God, our God ! Thou shinest . 158 

Praise be Thine, most Holy Spirit 576 

Quicken, Lord, Thy Church and me 13 



Rejoice, rejoice, ye fallen race 
Returned is sacred Pentecost 
Round roll the weeks . . . 



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Saviour and Prince of Peace . . 2S 

Saviour, I Thy word believe ... 17 

Saviour, Lord, Who at Thy Death ! 32 

Saviour, Thy Father's Promise send 484 

Single in essential place .... 218 

Sinners, lilt up your hearts . . . 124 

Sinners, your hearts lift up . . . 89 

Son of God, for Thee we languish . 38 

Source of good. Whose power . . 258 

Spirit blest. Who art adored . . . 601 

Spirit, by Whose operation . . . 275 

Spirit Divine 1 attend our prayers . 440 

Spirit divine, from Whom . . . 477 



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537 
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450 

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572 
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, Jehovah, glorious Lord 

of Beauty 

of Bondage unto fear . 

of Charity, dispense 

of Christ, descend . . 

of Christ, Thou speakest 

of everlasting Grace 

of Faith, come down . 

of Glory and of Grace . 

of God and glory, send 

of God! descend . . 

of God, I cannot rest . 

of God, mysterious Power 

of God, on Thee we call . 

of God, that moved of old 

of God, Whose sacred fire 

of Grace, of Truth and Power 462 

of Grace, Thou Light of Life 270 

of Grace, we bless Thy name 

of Holiness and Root . . 

of Holiness, descend . . 

of Ho'iness, look down . 

of interceding Grace . . 

of Life and Light . . . 

of Life and Light, descend 

of Life, go forth .... 

of Life, I'hy influence shed 

of Love, be in our heart . 

of Love, return .... 

of Mercy, dwell .... 

of mercy, truth, and love 

of might and sweetness too 

of power and might, behold 



of Power and Truth and Love 574 



of Power, descend . . . 
of Power, 'tis Thine alone 
of Power, to Thee I cry . 

of revelation 

of sacred happiness . . 

of supplication .... 

of Truth and Holiness 

of Truth, be Thou my Guid' 

of Truth, descend ... 

of Truth, essential God . 

of Truth ! my mind illume 

of Truth, O Holy Gliost . 

of Truth, on this Thy day 

of Truth, the Comforter . 

of truth. Thy grace impart 

of Truth, Thy gracious beams 287 

of Wisdom, guide Thine own 531 



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344 
613 

455 
35S 
592 
484 
472 

454 
605 
368 
461 
402 
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369 
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473 
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361 

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Spirit of Wisdom, pure and perfect 498 
Spirit, poured on Pentecost . . . 6ig 
Spirit, that dwellest where the stream 4C34 
Spirit ! Whose various energies . 
Stay. Thou departing Spirit, stay- 
Stay, Thou insulted Spirit, stay . 
Sweetest Fount of holy gladness 
Sweet Spirit, would Thy Breatli 



That we miglit walk with God 

The day of Pentecost . . . 

The glory of the Spring how sweet 

The God of grace will never leave 

The Grace of the Holy Ghost 

The illustrious day .... 

The Lord is gone .... 

The Love of the Spirit I sing 

The Spirit in our hearts . . 131 

The Spirit in the Word .... 130 

The tuneful sound of music ... 60 

Thee will we praise 445 

There was a little lowly upper room 91 
Thou blessed Spirit, by Whose aid 587 
Thou Holy Spirit, Comforter sublime 280 
Thou Holy Spirite, we pray to Thee 237 



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Thou Source of all vigor divine . 
Thou Spirit of eternal Trutli . . 
Thou Who earnest from above . 
Thou Who framedst this goodly . 
Thou Who lovest us as a Father 



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Thou Who One in Essence livest . 216 

Thy happy ones a strain begin . . 156 

Thy heavenly kingdom here below 71 

Till the day dawn 537 

Tongues of fire from Heaven descend 72 

Tune we our heart-strings high . . 305 

Unseen Spirit, Lord of Life . . 590 

Vouchsafe then, O Thou most . 298 

We cannot see the wondrous Hand 142 

We give Thee thanks, Good Spirit 585 

We keep the Feast of Pentecost . 59 

Welcome, white day ! 75 

When across the inward thought . 523 

When Christ His body up had borne 73 

When God of old came down . . 98 

When the blest day of Pentecost . 82 

When the leaves of life are falling . 541 

When the Lord of Hosts ascended 565 

Wherefore, most sacred Spirit . . 300 

Whither shall a creature run . . . 126 

Who but Thou, almighty Spirit . . 609 

Why hasteth on this pilgrim throng 150 

Why should the children of a King 315 

Wind of the North, awake . . . 535 

Would the Spirit more completely . 101 

Yet, O most blessed Spirit . . . 298 



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